Tom's Boys
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#1: Tom's Boys Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Jan 19, 2004 10:37 pm


Here's the link
http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/Tomsboys.htm

And here's some new stuff.

‘Tom! You’re here at last!’ Bride threw her arms round her friend in a huge bear hug as soon as Tom had stepped off the train, which was late getting into the station. ‘It’s me,’ agreed Tom, stepping back from Bride’s embrace, ‘it’s good to see you, Bride, but less of the dramatics. We’ve the whole weekend together,’
‘Still the same old Tom,’ laughed Bride, ‘is this your case? Come on then, Rix and Pegs are outside with the car,’
The ride back to The Quadrant was uneventful. Bride and Tom chattered on about Bride’s university course and the Boy’s Club. Peggy joined in now and again and Rix, who tended towards silence by nature, drove. Tea was waiting when they arrived. The girls went and washed while Rix took Tom’s case to her room, refusing to allow Tom herself to do it. ‘But I can manage,’ Tom insisted, ‘ Just point me in the right direction,’
‘Rix will insist on treating you like a lady,’ said Bride, with a chuckle, ‘you may as well enjoy it while you’re here!’
Tom looked disgruntled for a moment, ‘Well I don’t look much like a lady,’ she muttered to herself, meekly allowing Peggy to show her to the cloakroom. Tea was usually a lively meal in the Bettany household, and today was no exception. Tom, who had missed the company of others since leaving school, enjoyed herself enormously. Bride, though, seemed strangely excited, though she tried to control herself. Tom could not work out why. It was more than her arrival, Tom thought, and even if it had been her, she was here now. Maeve too was in on whatever the secret was, as she kept looking sideways at Tom and grinning, only to be frowned at or kicked gently by Bride. Just as the meal was ending there was a ring at the doorbell. Bride and Maeve leapt up and tried to shoot out of the room, the effect being spoilt by their both trying to go through the door at the same time. Fortunately they made it without too much damage to the house, and dashed off down the passages. ‘Don’t you worry, Tom dear,’ said Mrs Bettany, ‘Bride and Maeve aren’t really as mad as they appear to be. I’ll go and refresh the teapot. Boys, if you want to leave the table, you may,’
The room emptied rapidly, leaving Peggy and Mr Bettany grinning at each other, and Tom looking utterly dumbfounded


Last edited by Lulie on Wed Jan 28, 2004 10:45 pm; edited 1 time in total

 


#2:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Mon Jan 19, 2004 11:37 pm


Thank you Lulie, lovely new bit too. I love Tom having to let Rix treat her "like a lady" *giggles*
Now what is the Bettany girls' secret? Question

 


#3:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Mon Jan 19, 2004 11:45 pm


Excellent - a new bit - love Tom being annoyed with Rix! What is the big secret? Who has come visiting? Don't keep us in suspense long Lulie Exclamation

 


#4:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 2:42 am


How lovely! And I want to know what the secret is, too!

 


#5:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 3:20 am


I'd like to know too please!! Confused

 


#6:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 11:24 am


Yay! thank you Lulie - I liked the bit about Tom not liking being a 'lady' Laughing

 


#7:  Author: LauraLocation: London (ish) PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 6:15 pm


My only guess - may I guess?! - is that theyve invited oodles of people for a reunion!

But what is it? And who??! More please!

 


#8:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 10:18 pm


Come on, please tell us who's arrived!

 


#9:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:14 am


How long can it take to get to the front door and back? comeon, the tea will be getting cold!

 


#10:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 1:13 am


*waiting impatiently* Evil or Very Mad

 


#11:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 2:22 am


*raps fingers on the desk*

 


#12:  Author: Tassie_EllenLocation: Tasmania, Australia PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:29 pm


*goes to the kitchen to boil the kettle again - gotta keep the teapot hot for WHOEVER is coming in*

(hey, this could qualify as my first bit of yibble Shocked )

 


#13:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:31 pm


still no more story? Rolling Eyes

 


#14:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:44 pm


Tassie_Ellen wrote:
*goes to the kitchen to boil the kettle again - gotta keep the teapot hot for WHOEVER is coming in*

(hey, this could qualify as my first bit of yibble Shocked )


Good thinking!

 


#15:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Jan 21, 2004 12:49 pm


Politely requesting more, and incase that doesn't work rudely demanding more as well. Laughing

 


#16:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 12:22 am


OK, I've succumbed to the requests (except Carolyn's rude one) and written two whole sentences. Don't get too excited and don't read them all at once devil
Hopefully I can get some more done tomorrow without the scary Mr L looking over my shoulder like the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.
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She wasn’t left in the dark for long. Just as Peggy had got up to go and help her mother, there came the sound of footsteps coming quickly down the passage, accompanied by muffled giggles and whispers.
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P.S. Mr L = The Boss

 


#17:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 12:44 am


Lulie! Your as bad as Rachel and her trick endings. Although thank you for giving us something.
*offers coffee and birthday cake to bribe Lulie*

 


#18:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 1:40 am


Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh! That's it?! Two measly sentences?!

 


#19:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 4:17 am


*looks sternly at Lulie!*

 


#20:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 4:54 am


*wonders whether chanting would help*

 


#21:  Author: CathyLocation: Australia PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 4:55 am


Oy! That's not very nice!

Please please please post some more ...

 


#22:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Thu Jan 22, 2004 12:11 pm


Luleeeeeeee!! That's mean!!

*chants very loudly*

 


#23:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 2:31 am


Lulie hope you have managed to write some more. Please.

 


#24:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 2:39 am


Thanks for what you have written Lulie, I'm looking forward to more, lots more as soon as you can manage, but I have to admit that it's a relief not to have to go to two or three archived bits for once.

 


#25:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 3:56 am


Oh, goodness, no more story? Crying or Very sad

 


#26:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 4:51 pm


Including entire orchestra with chanting in hopes of an early post from Lulie!


piano Trumpet drummer Guitar earphones megaphone

 


#27:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 10:55 pm


*wonders where Lulie has got to!!*

 


#28:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Jan 23, 2004 11:05 pm


I am here, and I have written more. Due to college library changing its opening times, it is on old fashioned pen and paper. I can't be bothered to type it up right now Embarassed. I recommend a look round the rest of the drabbles as a cure for waiting for me! I'm going to bed in a minute, cos my eyes keep closing ZZZZ

 


#29:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 12:10 am


Sleep well Lulie, and post lots tomorrow please!!!!

 


#30:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 12:15 am


*Tells orchestra to quiet down so Lulie can get some sleep!*

 


#31:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 1:05 am


Have just caught up, Lulie!! Hope you get a good night's sleep and post more story soon!!! Very Happy

 


#32:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 2:03 am


*hopes Lulie sleeps well (and not just so we get more story).

 


#33:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 6:57 am


*sneaks in to check that Lulie is warmly covered*

 


#34:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 3:29 pm


*thinks Lulie could have woken up and typed some more by now*

 


#35:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 5:42 pm


Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulie! Where aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare you?!

 


#36:  Author: LauraLocation: London (ish) PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 8:26 pm


Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... where are you??! We need more story!

 


#37:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 8:32 pm


*calls the police in Lulie's hometown to check on Lulie - there must be a problem if she is STILL sleeping.

 


#38:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 9:05 pm


*hopes the police break Lulie's front door down*

 


#39:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 10:15 pm


KB wrote:
*hopes the police break Lulie's front door down*


KB, that's a bit extreme....... Shocked Shocked

 


#40:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 10:20 pm


Why? It would get her going!

 


#41:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 11:48 pm


*forces two policemen to replace the glass in the front door and threatens them with dirty cat bowls if they don't*
Really, you lot! I got up at 8.15am and trotted off to do the shopping. How on earth am I expected to write drabbles of any kind with a grumbly tumbly Question OK, so I did spend a lot of the afternoon knitting and watching the history channel, but that's cos...erm...*runs out of excuses and posts quickly*
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Just as Tom felt she must forget her manners and go and fling the door open, Bride saved her the trouble and did it herself. ‘Look who’s here, Tom!’ she exclaimed, standing back to allow her visitors into the room. ‘Tom!’ shrieked two voices in unison, and Tom leapt to her feet to be bounced on and hugged tightly by Primrose and Elfie, neither looking much different from when Tom had seen them on their last day at school. The four excited girls all talked at the same time, trying to catch up on all the gossip since they had left St Mildred’s in Switzerland. They didn’t even notice Peggy and Mr Bettany swiftly leaving the room! Bride wasn’t long in following them, but only to run to the kitchen and bring in a tray loaded with fresh tea and extra crockery. Primrose and Elfie settled down hungrily to their rather late tea, and Bride and Tom had another cup to keep them company. Tom caught up on Elfie’s training as a PT mistress and Primrose’s career as her father’s personal assistant, while she brought them up to date on her progress at her Theological College and the Boy’s Club. ‘They didn’t want me to start it at first,’ she said, referring to the tutors at the college, ‘But I argued them down and they finally agreed it would be good experience for me. Dad is supposed to oversee me, and everything, as it’s in his diocese, but he lets me get on pretty much as I like. He thinks they’re daft trying to stop somebody getting on like that in their chosen career, when it would give them valuable experience. I daren’t tell you what he says about them, it isn’t fit to be repeated some of the time!’
The other girls giggled at this, all of them having met Canon Gay at one time or another, and knowing him for a gentle, kind man, who rarely lost his temper. ‘How is it going, the Boy’s Club, I mean?’ asked Primrose. Tom smiled, transforming her rather plain face into something that was almost pretty for once. ‘It’s marvellous,’ she said, ‘the boys are just wonderful. Some of them when they first came were terrible; the way they behaved and the language that they used, but now they’re all settling down and they actually want to try things. I was telling them about our Sale and they all wanted to do something for it. Don’t tell anybody, but we’re all making doll’s houses, as a kind of model village, to send to the Sale. I want it to be a surprise to the school, so keep it to yourselves. I promised the boys I’d do that, and I’m going to write to somebody at the school, one of the triplets maybe, and ask them to write with the reaction so I can pass it onto the kids. They’re great. Most of them have nothing, literally nothing, and they’ve enough on their plates trying to survive in the awful slum conditions that they’re forced to live in, but all the boys and their families are giving everything they can to help make the houses, so they can raise as much money as possible. And this is for some child they have never met. It just amazes me, it really does. I just feel so spoilt, knowing I have everything that I want, and could get more if I wanted to, and these people are practically giving the shirts off their backs to help somebody they don’t know have a chance that many of their relatives deserve. Its things like that that make me realise why I’m doing what I’m doing.’ Tom went red after this speech. She wasn’t given to emotional outbursts like that, and she felt awkward, even though Bride, Primrose and Elfie were her closest friends. The other three sensed this, and Bride, displaying great tact, said ‘I’d like to say that I know what you mean, but I probably don’t. I could never do what you do, Tom, but I’d like to help. Shall we go out to the shed and look at what we have in there, if you two have finished your tea?’

 


#42:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2004 11:57 pm


Yay!! Thanks Lulie"!!!!

 


#43:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 12:00 am


I still like Bride. Isn't she tactful. Thanks a lot Lulie.

 


#44:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 12:02 am


Great Lulie. So true to the tom we came to know in the books. What's this about theological college? Did I miss something earlier?

*goes to root in cellar for things for the boys*

More please.

 


#45:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 12:10 am


PatMac, in Bride Leads the CS there is a discussion about what Tom and Co are going to do with their futures and Tom tells them she has finally made her mind up and is going to become a missionary - to their shock and surprise. She then explains that her father is going to help her with the training, which includes theological college, among other things.

 


#46:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 12:20 am


Here's the end bit of this paragraph. It didn't get highlighted with the rest for some reason, but I thought I'd be my usual generous self devil and post it before I went to bed.

I may not get to post again until tomorrow evening, as I'm going to meet some friends for lunch and may not be back until teatime. So no sending the police round. They're terrible for damaging the front door Very Happy
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‘Tom’s right though,’ said Elfie to Primrose, as they were getting ready for bed that night, ‘We couldn’t do what she’s doing. It takes a special kind of person to change people’s lives like that, and Tom is that person.’
‘She is,’ agreed Primrose, then grinned, ‘You’d never think it to look at her. Do you remember when she first said she was going to train as a missionary? I almost died, it was the last thing I imagined Tom doing, but really it is the only thing she could do and be happy doing.’
‘But then, Tom has never been like the rest of us, has she? She’s surprised us all from day one.’

 


#47:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 12:21 am


Thanks, that rounds that section off nicely.

 


#48:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 1:09 am


Thank you for both those sections Lulie, Bride is one the books I don't have (I missed the GGB reissue) so I didn't know about Tom deciding to become a missionary. She's making a great start to her career though.

 


#49:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 10:41 am


thanks Lulie, I haven't read Bride for a long time and had completely forgotten that.

 


#50:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 11:41 am


Absolutely lovely, Lulie! I'm so glad to see these characters, who I loved so much!

 


#51:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 6:50 pm


Very Happy I can understand why Tom was getting impatient Razz but it was brilliant when we saw who was there. Bride is wonderfully tactful but Tom is just plain wonderful with what she's doing.

 


#52:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 6:52 pm


Thanx Lulie! Can we have some more please?! Very Happy

 


#53:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sun Jan 25, 2004 7:02 pm


Just read your earlier bits Lulie - wonderful! Thank you.

 


#54:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Jan 26, 2004 9:22 pm


Sleep well, Lulie, so you are nicely refreshed for a hard day's writig tomorrow. ZZZZ

 


#55:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Jan 26, 2004 10:47 pm


*thanks Jennie for her sleep wishes*

*posts more story*

 


#56:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Jan 26, 2004 10:51 pm


devil Bet you all thought I wasn't going to post. But I took pity on you all and decided to post more straight away.
typing this was me this evening! I got a fair bit done, but am rewriting most of it, cos it was crap.
teeth this is me in a few minutes - I had a late night last night and lots of wakings up, so I'm going to try and get as much sleep before midnight as I can.
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Tom was the first awake the next morning, being a naturally early riser. She put the light on and plumped her pillows, ostensibly to read her book, but she sat there staring out of the window, her book forgotten on her lap. She had been so busy since leaving school she hadn’t given much thought to her life there, not being the type to dwell on the past. She had her memories, of course, but hadn’t dwelt on them excessively as some people might do. Now she almost felt forced to think about the school and the effect it had had on her and her outlook. These rather deep thoughts had been prompted by the reactions of her friends the previous evening. She had felt that, though they were generally supportive of what she did, and for that she was grateful, they didn’t quite understand just how things stood in the “real world” that she saw on a daily basis. ‘Was I like that?’ she mused, ‘I can’t remember. I know Dad and Mother wouldn’t let me go to the poorer parts of the parish, even when I was considered grown up in every other way. Is that because they still saw me as a child even though I was eighteen, or because the school had given me an outlook which may be seen as patronising to the people we were trying to help?’ She thought of the various charitable acts that they as schoolgirls had performed, such as sending gifts to a poor parish in Innsbruck every Christmas. Was that seen as the “gnadiges fraulein” playing Ladies Bountiful, or was it seen as genuine charity. Tom would have loved to go and get an honest opinion from the parish priest, or the parishioners themselves. But she couldn’t. Sitting there looking out of the window at the early morning sun, Tom made up her mind to watch herself for signs of being superior, something she had all too often seen in her fellow students at College. ‘They’re all still wanting to go out to the far reaches of Africa and China and convert people to Christianity,’ she thought, ‘but it isn’t like that any more. The role of missionary has changed since Victorian times. I think we’re there to help people live a decent life and to have things that other people, people like me, take for granted. Take my boys, for example. They don’t need me to come along and tell them about God and the Bible. For a start they should know some of it at least, and secondly, they probably can’t see how God is so good when they themselves have to live in such squalor. What I need to do is to lead by example and to help them to help themselves. Most of them would run a mile at the merest sniff of anything that resembled charity, and I reckon that people in other countries are the same. They only accept it if there is no alternative. It’s up to me to provide that alternative.’
Having made up her mind, Tom picked up her book looking very determined indeed

 


#57:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Mon Jan 26, 2004 11:01 pm


Love Tom's deep thinking - she seems to see quite deeply into things.

Thanks for that very lovely bit!

 


#58:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Mon Jan 26, 2004 11:06 pm


Very thoughtful Lulie. and a wonderful insight into Tom.

 


#59:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 12:14 am


That was really really good, Lulie! Your rewrite obviously did the trick! Very Happy

 


#60:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 1:41 am


Thanks Lulie! I love being able to see what Tom's thinking Very Happy She's thinking a lot of good things too!

 


#61:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 4:56 am


Thanks Lulie!! More please!!

 


#62:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 7:09 am


Lulie, that's a wonderful and very realistic way for Tom to think! I only hope she carries it out!

 


#63:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 1:14 pm


Lulie, this is wonderful. I love the way Tom is really thinking deeply now. Hope we get more soon.

 


#64:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 5:28 pm


There's a lot of wisdom in what in the way that Tom is thinking, Lulie, it was really good to read it.

 


#65:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 6:52 pm


I love the way Tom is thinking. It made me think about that sort of thing as well. I suddenly realised how recent is the rethink about 'poor heathens' and the supposed supremecy of caucasians. I'm reading Matthew Parris's autobiography at the moment. He was a teenager in Rhodesia at the time of Ian Smith's rise to power and the majority of white Rhodesians really believed that the black people would be quite unable to cope without them. As he became Prime Minister in 1964, that is only 40 years ago. Tom is well ahead of her time.

This is really interesting, Lulie.

 


#66:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 11:03 pm


That's definitely very thoughtful of Tom, I'm pleased to see her thinking things through, but as one of her friends said, she always was different, wasn't she?

 


#67:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 1:48 am


Like the others love the way Tom is thinking. There are too many people in the world who will rush off to the other side of it to do something yet completly ignore the people in their own town or even their streetwho have deep needs.

 


#68:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 4:05 am


*suggests it's more than time to chant*

 


#69:  Author: TrishLocation: Australia PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 8:09 am


*agrees wholeheartedly with KB*

 


#70:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 9:16 am


Thank you for the last post Lulie - so good to see Tom thinking so deeply - and realising how some acts of 'charity' can be resented by the very people they are supposed to help.

More please.

 


#71:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 10:10 pm


*joins the chant!*

 


#72:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 10:31 pm


*removes earplugs* Were you chanting, ladies? No. Oh well, there's no need to post more then, is there?

devil devil devil

 


#73:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 11:15 pm


LULIE! Get back here now and listen properly!
drummer drummer drummer

 


#74:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 11:25 pm


*the noise of Carolyn's frenzied drumming penetrates even Mr. Quiet's Super Strength Ear Plugs*
*So that chaotic humming was a chant? Apologies and all that, it was my ear plugs, they're too effective tongue devil *
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She’d barely opened it when there came a tap at the door. Bride stuck her head round, in response to Tom’s ‘Come in.’
‘Oh good, I thought you’d be awake,’ she said, ‘Can I come in?’
‘You most certainly can, the question is may you?’ replied Tom, with a wicked grin, quoting Miss Annersley perfectly. Bride closed the door behind her and grinned back, ‘I haven’t heard that for ages!’ she said, ‘and I see quite a bit of Auntie… Miss Annersley, I mean.’
‘Maybe the present lot of Chalet girls have better English than we did,’ suggested Tom, putting her book on the bedside table, ‘Bride Bettany, where are your slippers? Your feet must be frozen! Here, wrap them in this,’ Tom curled her own feet under her and offered the bottom of the bed to Bride. Bride sat down, wrapping the sheets and blankets round her chilly feet. ‘Thanks. It’s a good job we aren’t at school, Matey would have a fit. Anyway, I just came to tell you that I thought we could have a look through the shed first thing after breakfast. Mummy said that she’d let me off doing my chores for once, so we four could work on that.’
‘Oh, that was good of her. Who’s going to do them?’ Tom knew, from things Bride had said at school, that the day’s chores were taken seriously in the Bettany household and nobody was allowed to shirk their allotted share, unless they had a very good excuse. ‘Peg and Maeve are sharing them out. I’ll do the same by them another time, so don’t look so worried! Come on, if we scoot, we can get into the bathroom before the others get up. You get your things and go, and I’ll wake Prim and Elfie.’

‘Gosh, I didn’t realise there was so much stuff,’ Bride pushed her hair off her hot face and surveyed the three heaps before her. The largest was rubbish to be got rid of in one way or another, a smaller one was bits and pieces still to be looked through, and the third was the things that were to be loaded into the van for Tom to take home with her. ‘Come on, we’ve nearly finished. I don’t know about you, but a drink would be welcome when we’re through this lot. Tom, what about these packing cases? Keep or discard?’ Elfie pulled four packing cases towards her, all in rather a sorry state. ‘Keep,’ replied Tom, ‘We’re always desperate for wood,’
Bride and Primrose glanced at each other in silent sympathy, before turning and helping once more. It was almost lunchtime before they’d finished, and Maeve came racing out the house ‘Bride, Mummy says will you come and wash before lunch, cos you’re sure to be…golly! You look like a bunch of chimney sweeps!’
The four girls looked at one another, and at Maeve’s face, and burst out laughing. They were covered in dust and dirt from hair to toes, Tom had a spider’s web adorning her hair and Elfie had a scratch all along one arm. ‘Come on, girls,’ said Bride, ‘we’d better change as well as wash. Here, Tom, bend down a bit, you’ve a cobweb on your head,’ She brushed at Tom’s hair vigorously before letting her visitor back towards the house, where the four of them washed and changed, ready just in time. The gong went just as they were putting the finishing touches to their attire.
‘What are you girls doing this afternoon?’ asked Dick Bettany, as they ate their pudding. ‘You’ve worked hard this morning. The boys and I are going to load the van with all of Tom’s stuff, so you don’t have to worry about that. You can enjoy yourselves.’
‘Are you really? Oh thanks, Dad,’ Bride referred to the second part of her father’s speech, ‘I don’t know what we’re doing. How about we all go for a walk? Mummy, Peg, Maeve, you three as well?’
‘That’s a good idea,’ replied Mrs Bettany, ‘Where were you thinking of? The moors or across the dunes?’
‘Wherever,’ replied Bride, airily, ‘we haven’t been to the moors lately. What do you three think?’ She turned to her guests, who all assured her that they didn’t mind, so they fixed on the moors, as it was easier walking underfoot.

 


#75:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Wed Jan 28, 2004 11:29 pm


Thanks for that bit

*has an ominous feeling about the moors

 


#76:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 12:00 am


thanks for that Lulie! I like the way they all helped and that Tom is bringing the boys' needs home to them in a real way and so naturally.

Chelsea - you've been reading too much Wuthering Heights (I hope)

 


#77:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 12:22 am


*Agrees about moors being easier walking than dunes - less painful on the calf muscles! - but only if walkers don't find boggy patches!!*

 


#78:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 1:28 am


This is great Lulie!!!
*wonders what will happen next, and chants for more*

 


#79:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 1:35 am


PatMac wrote:
thanks for that Lulie! I like the way they all helped and that Tom is bringing the boys' needs home to them in a real way and so naturally.

Chelsea - you've been reading too much Wuthering Heights (I hope)


I think I've just read too many drabbles:
Tensions
Romance
Real CS...

 


#80:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:47 am


Quite likely, Chelsea. If I have a real long go at them, I have to look to see which one I'm in sometimes!

 


#81:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 11:51 am


PatMac, that was my first thought too! I'm sure Lulie would never do anything like that though... Confused

 


#82:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 4:47 pm


But the very word 'moors' always conjures up images of potential danger, well it does to me anyway, maybe because I've read so many books where things do go wrong.

 


#83:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Jan 29, 2004 6:16 pm


Famous Five, for instance...

And I love the mental image of the three of them hunting through boxes and whatnot! I imagine Tom got straight into it, Bride then joined in and the other two hung back for a moment before getting into it too.

 


#84:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Fri Jan 30, 2004 7:04 am


Thanks for the last post - like the others have an ominous feeling about the moors!

 


#85:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 1:54 am


Looks like Lulie vgot lost on the moors too. More story would be nice.

Arranges chairs for others to use when they come along and chant. Goes off to put kettle on for hot drinks

 


#86:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 10:39 am


Is the kettle boiled yet, Susan? Ooh, good. Black coffee for me, please.

*settles down to wait trying to shake off ominous feeling about moors*.

 


#87:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 5:05 pm


Hope the weather is better than here if they are on the moors. It has hardly stopped raining since Friday.

 


#88:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 6:06 pm


If Lulie is still on the moors, I'm beginning to worry. Shocked

More likely RL has claimed her.

 


#89:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Sun Feb 01, 2004 8:16 pm


RL has a habit of doing that doesn't it? Crying or Very sad

 


#90:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 1:08 am


*thinks RL is very mean!*

 


#91:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Mon Feb 02, 2004 3:26 pm


What? Is there still no more drabble?

*thinks of Lulie out there on the moors.....all alone in the snow and the cold*


*shivers and goes off to put the kettle on!*

 


#92:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 12:22 am


Can I have a cup of tea please, Abi?
Ta! yummy

 


#93:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 1:09 pm


*offers cups of tea to anyone who wants them, and Lulie when she gets back from the moors (I mean offering her tea, not offering her to people)*

 


#94:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 1:35 pm


I've brought some sandwiches - looks like a long wait!

 


#95:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 5:32 pm


I'm getting a bit anxious about Lulie. Should we send out a search party?

 


#96:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 6:45 pm


I think we should, yes.

 


#97:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 8:32 pm


Poor Lulie, this is not the weather to be lost on the moors. *shivers*

KB congrats on your 3000th post! jester

 


#98:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue Feb 03, 2004 11:54 pm


*sends Lulie a sou'wester and some galoshes to keep her dry on the moors*

 


#99:  Author: Caroline OSullivanLocation: Reading, Berkshire, UK PostPosted: Wed Feb 04, 2004 12:03 am


*sends Lulie a tent and sleeping bag to keep her dry and a teddy bear to cuddle Smile *

Hope you're ok Lulie and RL isn't being too awful

 


#100:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 04, 2004 6:28 pm


Carolyn P wrote:
KB congrats on your 3000th post! jester


*shrieks* 3,000!!! I never even noticed! *faints with a loud crash*

 


#101:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Feb 04, 2004 10:39 pm


*accepts tent, sleeping bag, tea and teddy gratefully*
Luckily I wasn't lost on the moors. This isn't really the weather for walking on moors, so I tend to avoid them as being dangerous! Of course, I have no such misgivings when sending story people up there *mwahahahahahahaha*

However, nasty ol' Real Life did get in the way. My mutant virus that has been around forever (disguised as 4 weeks) just shot up into my sinuses and hurt! Then my body decided that anaemia would be a good thing. So I've been trying to find the energy to simply get up each day Sad let alone switch on a computer and write drabbles. I did try to keep up and pop in now and again, but it wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be Very Happy

The good news is that I'm feeling much better now, thanks to Michael Maguire, my local friendly pharmacist (almost a doctor, but sadly married - sadly for me that is, not his wife!) so I will hopefully be able to get down to proper things once more.

After all those wild promises, I'm going downstairs to watch TV. There's a programme about Stonehenge on the history channel. I'm sure it will be very useful research for 'Tom'.

 


#102:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Feb 04, 2004 10:58 pm


Glad you are feeling better at last.

 


#103:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 1:41 am


*sends a few hugs and some Olbas oil in Lulie's direction*

 


#104:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 5:19 am


*joins in huggling Lulie* Just post more when you can, hon. Kiss

 


#105:  Author: Tassie_EllenLocation: Tasmania, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 7:33 am


Hope you feel better soon, Lulie, anemia's no joke! I had to have an operation last year to fix the cause of mine...

Loving the way Tom is turning out!

 


#106:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 7:43 am


I hope you've recovered now, Ellen!

 


#107:  Author: Tassie_EllenLocation: Tasmania, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 7:57 am


Yes, thanks, KB, I'm a different person now. Life is good again!

 


#108:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 8:20 am


Glad to hear it! *huggles*

 


#109:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 11:27 am


*huggles Lulie and Tassie_Ellen* Glad you're feeling better now Lulie!

 


#110:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Thu Feb 05, 2004 7:17 pm


Huggles Lulie, sinus things are no fun, I had one a few weeks ago that lasted over a week, and if yours is combined with anemia...

Hope you feel better soon.

 


#111:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:30 am


Poor Lulie. Glad you are feeling better now.

 


#112:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:31 am


*huggles everyone*

 


#113:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 7:59 am


*warns Vikki against getting carried away*

 


#114:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:23 pm


But everyone needs a big huggle every day. Thank you, Vikki. Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy

 


#115:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:45 pm


You can't have too many huggles! Laughing

 


#116:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:51 pm


Huggles are the hook on which the coat of life hangs.

 


#117:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 7:10 pm


What a lovely phrase, Abi!

 


#118:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 9:17 pm


I agree!! that's a lovely line Abi!!!!

 


#119:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 10:39 pm


Thanks all for the huggles and wishes. The anaemia is fine now, but the nose is still blocked and red. I'm practising for my part of Rudolph in the Christmas Play. You'll be getting the next few bits in short bursts, as I type them up.

Heavily booted and wrapped up warm, the small party of women set off soon after lunch, leaving their men folk busy heaving wood, paints and all sorts of other paraphernalia into the little van that the Bettanys used to transport their goods to and from the estate. It was a fairly pleasant day, a bit dull and grey, but it was mild and the party of seven chattered hard as they made their way along one of the many moorland paths. They were laughing at Maeve’s retelling of the term’s events at the Chalet School when Tom suddenly exclaimed, ‘ I say, isn’t it getting misty?’
They all stopped and turned to look around them. The panoramic views of rolling moorland had vanished, hidden by the swirling mist that was rapidly becoming thicker. ‘Quick, girls, put on your macs and try not to move,’ said Mrs Bettany, taking her own mac out of her rucksack as she spoke. They did as they were told and Peggy also pulled seven pairs of gloves from her rucksack and handed them round. ‘I didn’t know if it would be chilly up here, or not, so I brought them anyway,’ she explained in response to her mother’s query. They pulled them on gratefully, for the mist was damp. Kitted out properly, the seven of them looked around. The mist had descended with an alarming speed and they now appeared to be in the only clear patch, surrounded by the white clouds. None of them made any effort to move the party onwards, and it was Maeve who voiced their concern. ‘But which way were we going?’

 


#120:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:26 pm


*perches on the edge of the cliff!*

 


#121:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 12:13 am


provides Vikki with a special padded cliff edge cushion

They had all moved about in the confusion of putting on macs and gloves, and with the fog so thick they had lost all sense of their direction. A path stretched in front and behind them and old brown heather surrounded them, all of it disappearing into a dense white shroud. Squashing the wave of panic that rose up inside her, Mollie demanded ‘Has anybody brought a compass?’ Nobody has. ‘Well, in that case we’d better keep walking. If we keep straight on one direction will bring us home and the other sill eventually take us to Great Kirkby, where we can at least ask for help and contact Dick or the boys to come and get us. Go in pairs and I’ll bring up the rear, but keep moving if you can. We’ll have the most dreadful colds if we stand here much longer.’
Thankful that there were no small children with them, Maeve being seventeen and a prefect, Mollie tailed off the little procession that was led by Tom and Bride. There was very little conversation, all of them concentrating hard on the path, which almost disappeared under the heather in some parts and was littered with small stones and pebbles in others. Suddenly they came upon what could politely be called a crossroads, marked by a small standing stone, pitted and cracked with long exposure to the weather. Bride and Tom stopped. ‘Which way now?’ asked Bride, as the others caught up with them. Nobody replied at first. Everybody instinctively looked round again, but the fog blanket was thicker than before. ‘Let’s keep going straight ahead,’ said Mollie, not liking the looks of despair on the girlish faces around her. ‘These moorland paths are usually fairly direct, with few of the twists and turns that our modern roads have. Are you all warm enough?’ They all chorused that they were, so Bride and Tom set off again. It seemed endless, that trudge through the thick clinging mist. They stopped now and again for a rest and to share the food and hot coffee that Bride and Maeve had stored in their rucksacks. ‘Don’t drink it all,’ warned Tom, as they handed round the flask, ‘we may need it later.’ So Bride packed away the half full flask in her rucksack once more, and feeling much better and with their second wind, the party set out once more.

 


#122:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 12:15 am


Thank you Lulie!! (for the drabble and the cushion!!)

 


#123:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 12:34 am


Thank you Lulie, I'm pleased that you're feeling a little better, appreciate you writing this while you're still a bit below par.
I knew something was going to happen on the moor, though strangely, I never thought about mist.
It's making me feel cold reading this.

 


#124:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 12:58 am


*shivers*
I hope Mollie's right about going straightforwards, can't be nice stuck in that situation with all those girls!

Thanks for writing when you're not quite right Lulie
*huggles*

 


#125:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 1:58 am


*points out that she did warn people that a trip on the Moors could lead to problems - and was laughed at!

Who's laughing now?

 


#126:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:39 am


Hey, I thought it might be worrisome too! *clings on to cliff edge and resists all offers of assistance*

 


#127:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 3:13 pm


Thank you Lulie.

Very worried because some paths on the moors are just animal tracks and they could be going round in circles or heading further onto the moor.

 


#128:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 3:35 pm


Echoes Lesley's worries, but remembers that Tom is with them, and how competent she is.

 


#129:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 3:58 pm


Takes comfort in the fact that Mollie Bettany is level headed and that they are doing the only sensible thing. What time is it? It may get dark soon.

*Straps on drabble harness and waits on very edge of cliff*

 


#130:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 3:59 pm


The trampolines have arrived and are installed, but sending drabble cliff scaling equipment just in case.

 


#131:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:09 pm


*pushes the trampoline into the optimum position!*

 


#132:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Feb 07, 2004 6:43 pm


PatMac wrote:
What time is it? It may get dark soon.


No doubt it will be dark soon, or fog will thicken and become impenetrable... Wink

 


#133:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 1:06 am


Thnk you Lulie for more story - hope you are better today.

 


#134:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sun Feb 08, 2004 11:41 pm


Thanx Lulie! Glad you are feeling better.

*joins everyone on the cliff edge with a fleece and head torch on in case the fog spreads up here too*

 


#135:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Mon Feb 09, 2004 7:33 am


Very organised of you, Polly!

 


#136:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Mon Feb 09, 2004 3:39 pm


Yay, thank you Lulie - please save them soon though!

*thinks cliffs in the fog are very dangerous - how are we supposed to aim for the trampoline?*

 


#137:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue Feb 10, 2004 1:02 am


KB wrote:
Very organised of you, Polly!


I know!! Very Happy It's good isn't it? It doesn't happen very often!!! Very Happy

 


#138:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Feb 10, 2004 8:59 am


Abi wrote:
Yay, thank you Lulie - please save them soon though!

*thinks cliffs in the fog are very dangerous - how are we supposed to aim for the trampoline?*


We have to just jump and hope for the best. *lands on a very hard rock*

 


#139:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Tue Feb 10, 2004 12:24 pm


*jumps after KB and fortunately hits the trampoline.*

*scrambles off to apply first aid to KB*

 


#140:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 11, 2004 8:21 am


*thanks Abi but wonders if mouth-to-mouth is really necessary*

 


#141:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Wed Feb 11, 2004 7:45 pm


This is brilliant! Please don't let them be lost for long - and don't let them be hurt!

Oh, and MORE PLEASE!!! Wink

 


#142:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Wed Feb 11, 2004 11:50 pm


Still no more?!!!! Please can we have a bit Lulie. Very Happy

 


#143:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 6:17 am


Any chance of learning their collective fates any time soon?

 


#144:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 5:52 pm


Doesn't look like it KB!! Wink

 


#145:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 12, 2004 6:17 pm


*sigh* Obviously not... Crying or Very sad

 


#146:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 3:35 am


starts to chant again

 


#147:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 4:50 am


*joins the chant

 


#148:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 7:55 am


*adds to chant*

 


#149:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 8:29 am


*Joins the chant, supplying flasks of coffee and tea and Kendall Mint Cake - it's cold up here.*

 


#150:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 10:56 am


Thank you Lulie, I just started reading this and am really enjoying it!

*joins in chant as well* (My first chant, am all excited!)

 


#151:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 12:35 pm


PatMac wrote:
*Joins the chant, supplying flasks of coffee and tea and Kendall Mint Cake - it's cold up here.*


Accepts gratefully - love Kendal Mint Cake

 


#152:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 1:01 pm


You can have Kendal Mint Cake at any time, not just when it's cold!

 


#153:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 3:17 pm


Hoping for more drabble soon, before I die of cold. Can't eat Kendal mint cake. Lulie, did you hear that?

 


#154:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, 2004 4:19 pm


What is a Kendall Mint Cake - other than a cake that is minty made by a man named Kendall?

Oh and - MORE STORY PLEASE!!!

 


#155:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 8:51 am


Lulie? How long are you going to leave them on that moor? Please give us some more story! Smile

 


#156:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 9:04 am


*joins in Lesley's chant*

 


#157:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 5:32 pm


Hope Lulie is soon feeling well enough to write some more of this.

 


#158:  Author: Sarah_G-GLocation: Nr. Guildford PostPosted: Sat Feb 14, 2004 7:46 pm


*eagerly anticipating more story and getting worried*
I hope everything's alright.

 


#159:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sun Feb 15, 2004 9:21 pm


Should we send out a search party for Lulie do you think?

 


#160:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sun Feb 15, 2004 11:53 pm


wanders rather vaguely in, grabs tissue from box, blows nose and wanders off again looking for medication.

Sorry I haven't been posting, everybody. I've spent most of the last few days either doing essentials (like food shopping), eating or sleeping. I'm feeling much better now, if a little washed out. I have to take mother to the hospital tomorrow morning to have her eyes photographed. It's something to do with her diabetes, but I'm easily confused and didn't understand the explaination. All I know is that she has to have drops in and so can't drive. Anyway, what I set out to say was that after that I had thought to do my marking. Very boring and I'm quite good at avoiding work!

*takes a file, marks it, writes some drabble, takes a file, marks it, writes some drabble........

Cross your fingers!!!

 


#161:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 12:58 am


Good luck with the marking Lulie!!!

Chelsea, Kendal Mint Cake is a concoction made from sugar, peppermint oil and a few other things that is made into a flatish, hard rectangle. It is yummy and walkers etc. use is as it takes only a weeny bit to give you energy and refresh you - pure sugar almost!!!! (and it doesn't melt like chocolate!) yummy

 


#162:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 1:19 am


Sounds like Maple Sugar candy. Not the taste but the 'doesn't melt like chocolate' and 'pure sugar' part. You guys almost got that in my care package, but the thought of you all with all that sugar...

 


#163:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 2:16 am


*huggles Lulie*

Chelsea, would this care package of yours happen to contain any kind of peanut butter candy? *hopeful*

 


#164:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 2:19 am


It might.

Okay it does.

It has:
    Reese's PB cups
    Peanut Butter M&Ms
    Hersheys Chocolate Bars
    Reeses Pieces
    Canada and the CS quiz (with surprise prize)
    and a special, secret, surprise

*now Rachael and KB cannot eat the good stuff before the rest of you get there Wink

 


#165:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 2:22 am


Vikki wrote:
Chelsea, would this care package of yours happen to contain any kind of peanut butter candy? *hopeful*

Reeces Peanut Butter Cups? In a care package? Oh, bliss!

*Huggles Lulie* Hope you feel better soon. It must be a cyber virus, we've nearly all had it now!

 


#166:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 2:45 am


Chelsea, honey, you are an absolute ANGEL!!!!!!!!
*big big huggles*

 


#167:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 8:21 am


*huggles LUlie*

I suspect the drops may be to dilate your mother's pupils so that the doctor can see to the very back of the eye. It's very risky to drive or whatnot, as the pupil can't shrink again and thus the person can't see properly in bright light.

 


#168:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 11:08 pm


KB, that's exactly what they did do. I should have known as I had the same done to me when I was having my laser treatment. I'm like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz - I need a brain!

I hope everybody enjoyed their Mint Cake. My favourite is the brown one. I hope somebody saved me a bit! Oh, and if anybody is cold, then you obviously didn't dress properly for walking on the moors. Lots of layers, topped off with a waterproof and walking boots with two pairs of socks. Tut tut, didn't the CS teach you
anything?



Hours seemed to pass and still the little group trudged on. Even Tom, the biggest and strongest, was tiring, and tiny Peggy could barely put one foot in front of the other. Mollie kept glancing anxiously at her eldest daughter. She had not forgotten how delicate Peggy had been as a child, following a nasty bout of measles. Mollie had never forgotten the struggle she and Dick had had not to race to Austria from India, to see their tiny girl when she was so ill. Most people had forgotten this, as Peggy was much stronger and had rarely ailed anything since childhood. Eventually Tom stopped, causing Primrose and Elfie to trip over her. ‘What’s up, Tom?’ asked Bride, from where she had stopped a few steps ahead. ‘I’ve a feeling we’re either heading in the wrong direction or we’re going round in circles,’ replied Tom, her voice sounding loud in the silence that surrounded them. Mollie, Peggy and Maeve, who had fallen behind, caught up with them. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Mollie. Tom repeated her remarks. Mollie, who had had the same thoughts, nodded and said so. Maeve looked slightly panicky, ‘What do we do then?’
‘Take that look from your face, for a start,’ said Bride, rather abruptly, but she wanted to stop Maeve from going into hysterics or something, ‘And then eat some of the chocolate that I am going to give you,’
Thinking unpleasant thoughts about older sisters, Maeve nibbled on the chunk of nut chocolate that Bride handed over and watched her elders in an enforced silence.
‘Couldn’t we go back to the crossroads and start again?’ asked Primrose, ‘or we could keep going. I know it feels as if we’ve walked miles, but we may not have done, we can’t really judge because we can’t see where we are going.’
‘How far is this other village?’ asked Tom, noting Peggy’s face paling at the thought of walking all that way back.
‘It’s about ten miles across the moor from the crossroads,’ replied Mollie, flinging an arm round Peggy’s shoulders and holding her other hand out to Maeve.
‘Well, I’ve no idea how far we’ve come, but I don’t fancy walking back just to risk getting lost again. Let’s have a vote to decide what to do next. All those who want to try Primrose’s idea raise their hands.’
Nobody moved. ‘Right, let’s carry on then. This mist is a bit wetting to say the least!’
‘Hang on a minute, Tom. Let me just share this out and we can munch as we walk,’ Bride handed round the rest of her chocolate, then proceeded to set the pace, slower than it had been.
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#169:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 11:27 pm


Oh, dear. The situation is getting worse. *bites nails*

 


#170:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 11:34 pm


'round and round and round and round and round.......'

Could be on the moor a long time!

Thanks Lulie - hope you're feeling better!

 


#171:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 11:44 pm


Oh dear, I do hope they're not lost. Maybe they're just going slower than they thought
*keeps fingers tightly crossed for the girls*

You're right about Peggy's illness, it doesn't get mentioned as much as some people's delicacy!

 


#172:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 11:52 pm


Oh dear... Walking in mist/cloud/dark is definitely on my list of 'Things To Do In The Countryside That Aren't Much Fun'.
*hunts out own (very squashed) bar of mint cake*
*realises said mint cake has been in rucksack pocket for a Considerable Length Of Time and hurridly puts it back*

 


#173:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Feb 16, 2004 11:55 pm


Oh dear, I can't be responsible for the terrible state that people's nails will be in if they continue to bite them. Here's a bit more for you all (only to save nails, you understand) I can't do much over the next couple of days, as I'm in Huddersfield all day tomorrow and York the day after that. But I'll do my best!



Feeling very wet and icy cold the party was almost at the end of their endurance when suddenly Tom stopped again. ‘Listen!’ she said, lowering her voice this time. They all listened. ‘I can’t hear anything,’ complained Primrose.
‘There it is again!’
They listened harder, straining to hear any sound through the thick blanket of mist. Then came the sound that sharp-eared Tom had heard. A dog barking. ‘The village! We’ve found it!’ shrieked Maeve, dancing excitedly. Mollie exclaimed too, but for a very different reason. Leaping forward she was just in time to catch Peggy as she fainted from exhaustion, cold and relief. Resisting the urge to tell her hostess to stop twittering, Tom took the unconscious Peggy from Mollie. ‘Come on, we can’t stop now,’ she said, lifting Peggy in her arms, as if she weighed nothing. ‘The sooner Peggy gets warm and dry, the better. There must be somebody that will help us,’
Trailing after Tom like a set of dripping ducklings, they walked into the quiet village. There wasn’t a soul about, not surprising considering the weather. Even the dog seemed to have disappeared. ‘Do we just knock on the first door we come to?’ wondered Elfie, aloud, ‘they’ll get the fright of their lives! We all look such sights,’
‘No, come on. I’ve an idea,’ said Tom, her long legs allowing her to stride ahead of them all.
‘Where are you going? Tom, hang on a minute. We aren’t all storks like you,’ Elfie and Mollie, the two smallest after Peggy, hurried to keep up. Tom, remembering that Mollie was supposed to be in charge, slowed down and waited for them all to catch up with her. ‘Sorry, Mrs Bettany, I didn’t mean to go so fast. I was going to the Vicarage, they tend to be large-ish houses and I thought the Vicar may be more likely to help us than just an ordinary person.’
‘It’s as good an idea as any. Lead on, Tom.’ Mollie was secretly glad to leave the leading to this rather masterful girl. She wouldn’t have thought of all that, she would just have knocked on every door until somebody helped them. It didn’t take Tom long to find the Vicarage, a little way from the small village church. She marched up the garden path, Peggy still in her arms, and looked for the others, as her hands were too full to ring the bell. Maeve, just behind her, did the honours, and the small group waited for the door to open.

 


#174:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 12:32 am


I'm glad Tom's there too, very sensible girl. I hope Peg's alright when she gets warmed up (assuming the vicarage let them in I suppose but I can't see them not)

 


#175:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 1:36 am


I'm glad they've reached a safe haven, provided of course they haven't stumbled upon an abandoned ghost village, thank goodness Tom is so sensible though, I dread to think what would have happened if they'd been alone.

 


#176:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 7:46 am


For a moment, I wondered if this was an alternative way for Peggy to meet Giles. Sorry about that. Embarassed

Great stuff, Lulie! I love the way Tom's taken charge!

 


#177:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 2:53 pm


Thank you Lulie - lots of lovely story to catch up on. Good old Tom!


Thank you for the care package Chelsea. Looking forward to tasting some if it.

 


#178:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 7:33 pm


Oooh! thanbk you Lulie!! Lots of story!!!

 


#179:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 9:26 pm


*is glad that Tom is there to take control.

*hoping that they find nice people at the Vicarage.

 


#180:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 10:41 pm


I'm so glad they are safe. Hope Peggy will recover quickly.

*files nails to a nice shape again*

 


#181:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 10:52 pm


Here's more. Hope you enjoy it!


It seemed to take ages before footsteps were heard on the other side of the door and a heavy creaking signalled its opening. ‘Oh good gracious me!’ exclaimed the Vicar’s wife as she beheld the dripping party on her doorstep. Mollie, as the eldest of the party, and the one who was responsible for the girls, stepped forward. ‘I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but may we use your telephone? We were out walking when….’
‘Of course, come in. Isn’t it terrible when these mists come out of nowhere. You poor things, you’re drenched,’ The Vicar’s wife stood back to allow them all in. She let out a horrified exclamation when she saw Tom carrying Peggy, who had not come out of her stupor. Leaning backwards she rang a bell and while she was waiting for it to be answered she helped everybody off with their wet coats, including Peggy, who had been laid down on a hard wooden settle that had various boots stored underneath it. A maid soon appeared in response to the bell, her smile vanishing as she beheld the sodden party. ‘Ah, Ruth, do go and fill the bath in the small bathroom, and make sure that there are plenty of hot towels, please. And ask Belle to make cocoa for seven and bring it to the sitting room.’
Ruth went off to do her mistress’s bidding, and the lady carried on talking all the time she was rubbing Peggy’s hair and skin dry with a towel she had produced from apparently nowhere. ‘How terribly remiss of me, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Celia Jordan, wife of the Rector here. I’m afraid my husband has had to go to one of the remoter farms and has telephoned to say he won’t attempt to be back until the mist lifts a bit,’
‘I’m Mollie Bettany, and these are my daughters Peggy, Bride and Maeve; and their friends Tom Gay, Elfie Woodward and Primrose Day. We’re from the Quadrant, over the other side of the moor. We were caught while out walking on the moor, and it was nearer to come here than it was to try and get home.’
‘Of course, you wanted to use the telephone!’ Mrs Jordan handed the towel to Primrose and motioned her to carry on rubbing while she ushered Mollie over to where the telephone stood on a little table. ‘Come on, girls, you must be frozen. Come through to the sitting room, there’s a lovely fire going,’
Ruth re-appeared at that point, so Mrs Jordan waved the girls through in the direction of the sitting room, and then turned to ask Tom’s assistance in helping her to get Peggy upstairs. Mollie, once she had finished trying to explain to Dick just where they were and what had happened, forgot her manners and followed after them. Tom came down to join the others once Mollie had arrived at her daughter’s side. ‘How’s Peggy?’ asked Bride, anxiously, as she moved up on the sofa nearest to the fire.
‘I don’t know. She’s just had a boiling hot bath and Mrs Jordan has wrapped her in one of Reverend Jordan’s pyjama tops. He must be a big man, cos it almost drowns Peggy. Anyway, she’s in bed and Mrs Bettany’s with her. She did wake up, but has gone back to sleep. Mrs Jordan was on about calling the doctor out, just to make sure she hasn’t taken any harm, but I don’t know if she’s done it. Anyway, we’re to stay here until either the Rev. Jordan gets back and can take us home, or until Mr Bettany can get here. It all depends on the mist,’
The cocoa arrived just as Tom had finished speaking, accompanied by generous sandwiches which were like nectar to the hungry girls. They fell on them like wolves, only stopping when Maeve said, ‘I say, oughtn’t we to save some for Mummy and Peggy?’
‘Don’t worry, my dear, I’ve sent some upstairs. All those are for you five so enjoy them. Which of you is Bride?’ Mrs Jordan appeared in the doorway.
‘Me,’ said Bride, standing up.
‘Your mother asks if you can go upstairs when you’ve finished your cocoa, and she said not to hurry, there’s nothing to be anxious about.’ She smiled at the worried girls, and went off to some business of her own, leaving them to finish their meal.

 


#182:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Tue Feb 17, 2004 11:28 pm


Thanks Lulie!!! Glad they're safe now!!

 


#183:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 12:01 am


Nice to see them safe and warm before I go off to bed! Thanks Lulie Kiss

 


#184:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 12:01 am


Vikki wrote:
Thanks Lulie!!! Glad they're safe now!!


Ah, but are they Question

Twisted Evil Quidditch devil viking vampire HelpMe


I'm off to bed now, I have an exciting day tomorrow. Nighty night, sleep tight ZZZZ Kiss

 


#185:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 12:06 am


Well of all the.... That was a deliberate attempt to tease!!! Not that it worked, obviously but.

 


#186:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 12:13 am


I knew I should have gone to bed without checking again Evil or Very Mad That's just not nice Lulie Evil or Very Mad

 


#187:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 12:14 am


Lulie!! You little horror!!!

 


#188:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 12:35 am


Thanx Lulie! But please don;t wait too long before posting more, especially after sticking us near a cliff-edge!!! HelpMe

 


#189:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 1:33 am


Lulie I hope they are all safe. Thank you for the post though.

ETA This is my 1000th post on this board!

 


#190:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 2:48 am


Arghh...I was going to post thanking Lulie for getting everyone to a nice safe place but now....

Please may we have some more.

 


#191:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 3:38 am


Question Question Question Thanks Lulie, for at least supplying them with warmth and food, but surely they must be safe, unless this Jordan woman is a mad axe murderer who has despacthed the vicar and his family and is now looking forward to chopping up yet more victims who have obligingly walked into her lair.....

 


#192:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 7:37 am


*not sure whether to thank Lulie or throttle her*

 


#193:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 10:11 am


*smiles sweetly and goes off to meet Catherine*

 


#194:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 11:36 am


*hunts around for large brick, before resting eyes upon tray on cacti plants nearby...*

 


#195:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 1:23 pm


I hope Peggy is alright. I think that is what Lulie was hinting but .....

 


#196:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 2:32 pm


Rosie wrote:
*hunts around for large brick, before resting eyes upon tray on cacti plants nearby...*


*promises to support Rosie in any violent behaviour she might be considering*

 


#197:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 4:08 pm


*pledges to support her HM - after all I am a prefect, I couldn't do anything else.

 


#198:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 4:08 pm


*hopes Lulie pays heed*

 


#199:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 6:12 pm


Susan wrote:
Lulie I hope they are all safe. Thank you for the post though.

ETA This is my 1000th post on this board!


Ooh! Well done Sue!!!

 


#200:  Author: Catherine_BLocation: Oxford, UK PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 7:56 pm


Have just caught up on all ten pages of this and think it's brilliant. Thank you so much Lulie!

*hoping that Peggy and co will be Just Fine despite the threats*

 


#201:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 11:15 pm


*dons suit of armour and surrounds self with (handsome) bodyguards* Now, now, children. When did violence ever solve anything? It will all end in tears if you carry on like this Wink


When Bride got up the stairs it was to find a very sleepy Mollie sitting next to Peggy’s bed. She put her finger to her lips as Bride approached, ‘Talk quietly, Peg’s gone to sleep. She’s exhausted, poor lamb,’
‘Do you want to go down? I’ll watch Peg,’ offered Bride, as she sat on the other side of the bed.
‘No, I wanted to talk, that’s why I asked you up here. I thought it would look odd if I asked for you all, and we’re a bit more private up here than downstairs.’
‘Mummy, whatever’s the matter?’ Bride remembered to stick to low tones just in time, but her eyes almost popped out of her head, ‘You sound like somebody’s plotting murder!’
‘Not quite murder, but something almost as worrying,’
Bride didn’t reply. She couldn’t reply. Her jolly, sensible mother seemed to have gone as dotty as Aunt Joey.

 


#202:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 11:27 pm


*suggests that Lulie might want to refrain from refering to her HM and prees as 'children'

*repledges her support to KB

 


#203:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Wed Feb 18, 2004 11:32 pm


Now what? I thought all we had to worry about was Peggy's recovery and was getting quite relaxed. Now I'm on the dge of my seat again Shocked
Like the comment that Mollie sounds dotty like Aunt Joey!

 


#204:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 12:17 am


Love the dotty aunt Joey comment! What on earth can Mollie be up to? I'm very worried now, especially with that comment about Mollie forgetting her manners in the last bit! Confused

 


#205:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 12:42 am


Laughing Dotty Aunt Joey Exclamation

I gues Mollie's discovered the axe then.......

 


#206:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 12:59 am


Arggghhhhh! Lulie!!! Don't leave us just hanging there!!!

 


#207:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 2:16 am


Just caught up on this one. Off one cliff and onto another! Fortunately all through the moor scenes I was thinking of Titty & Roger the day the compass went wrong Smile rather than moors in the more gothic tales. Not quite so harrowing .... though bad enough if you're in the story. (*known to have gotten disoriented enough to hike backwards*)

But now this. What could be almost as bad as murder????

Interesting to hear about the mint cake. I’ve been wondering about that one for – um – since it figured prominently in a backpacking book my scout leader gave me in the early 70s. In the continuing non-stop food discussion, I still haven’t found any peanut butter M&Ms here or in Indy. Though regular Reese’s cups are just fine tongue. Also the rest of Chelsea’s treats. (The edible ones, that is. Can’t vouch for the quiz or mysterious secrets, though.)

 


#208:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 4:03 am


Kathy - if you PM me your address, I'll send you some peanut butter M&Ms, if you'd like.

 


#209:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 8:10 am


Personally, I'm voting for Auntie Mollie to be going crackers. It will be much easier to deal with!

 


#210:  Author: Catherine_BLocation: Oxford, UK PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 9:18 am


Having slept on this mystery, I think that Mollie has recognised the vicar's wife as a scary criminal from the tabloid newspapers (well she has to read something while the girls are running the house for her) and is now afraid that the woman will try and poison them all or hold them hostage or something equally dire...

 


#211:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 9:22 am


*giggles at Catherine's idea*

 


#212:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 1:25 pm


Giggle away, KB! *admires the way Catherine's mind works*


Mollie eyed her second daughter and wished she’d asked for Tom as well. Tom was so straightforward and matter of fact. Even though Bride was considered to be the least imaginative of the Bettany girls, she still had a small share of the family imagination. Having called Bride, however, Mollie just had to make the best of it. ‘We aren’t in Great Kirkby, which is where we thought we’d end up. We took a wrong turning somewhere and have walked right across the moor to Little Kirkby,’
‘Crikey,’ said Bride, ‘That’s about eighteen miles away!’
‘Exactly, that’s why we seemed to be taking so long to get off the moor. We were heading in the wrong direction. However, that isn’t the problem. At least we’re warm and dry, and have eaten. Daddy said Reverend Jordan wouldn’t dare come home until the mist starts to lift, especially if he’s coming from one of the remoter areas. But he recognised where we were. He is acquainted with the Reverend Jordan, and he, Daddy that is, knows about his wife,’
‘Knows what?’ demanded Bride, as Mollie paused, ‘Mummy, you’re so…so exasperating! Is she a mad axe murderer or something?’
‘Not quite, but she is…a little unstable. Really it’s Peggy I’m worried about. Do you remember the Reverend Jordan coming to take our church services when Reverend Middlemiss had ‘flu?’
Bride shook her head, ‘Not really, but I remember Reverend Middlemiss being ill. It was just after we came home for the hols that he came back. I think his replacement only took one service when we were all at home.’
‘Well, Daddy got to know Reverend Jordan quite well, and he took rather a liking to Peggy. Apparently the Jordan’s had twins that had the same small build and fair colouring as Peggy. Daddy has seen a photo and he says that they really were like two peas in a pod, and very like Pegs, on a superficial level. Anyway, they died a couple of years ago; hypothermia brought on by being lost in the mist over the moors, I think it was. Mrs Jordan had taken them for a walk, just as I have today, and apparently she has never forgiven herself for what happened. She blames herself, as they became separated and lost each other as well as losing their way,’
‘Oh how sad,’ said Bride, sympathetically, ‘But why is Daddy worried about that?’
‘Mrs Jordan has…. well, I suppose you could euphemistically say that she’s never been the same since. She knows on a conscious level that her daughters are gone, but deep down she has never accepted it. She is on medication for her illness, but Daddy says that Reverend Jordan has told him that, while she functions fine most of the time, if she sees a young girl of the same features as her daughters then it can trigger what he called ‘an attack’. I don’t suppose you noticed her face when we brought Peggy in, but it frightened me, Bride. It was a hungry sort of look, and a little bit crazed. Both Daddy and I are frightened what she might try to do.’
‘You….you mean she’s a loony?’ gasped Bride, her face going pale. Mollie frowned, ‘Not quite a loony, Bride. She has a mental illness, I forget its name; something Latin probably. But if we tried to take Peggy away from even this room, without the Reverend Jordan here, she may turn nasty and harm us,’

 


#213:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 1:25 pm


‘I’d like to see her try!’ exclaimed Bride, a little too loudly, ‘She couldn’t get past me, Tom and Primrose. We’re all loads bigger than she is, and then there’s Maeve and Elfie to back us up. I know they aren’t as tall, but surely the five of us could overpower her if necessary,’
‘I don’t think we ought to try anything,’ said Mollie, seriously, ‘I don’t know how Peggy will be when she wakes up, and if she is going to be ill then I don’t want any ructions that would make her worse. I thought I’d tell you this, so you were aware and could warn the others that we really ought to wait until Reverend Jordan arrives home, even if the mists do lift before then,’
‘Is that what Daddy said to do?’
‘Yes, and I’m inclined to agree with him. I don’t want anybody getting hurt,’
Suddenly from downstairs there came a banging and shouting. ‘That’s Tom!’ gasped Bride, jumping up and going to the door. She pulled at the handle in vain. The door had been locked. Bride turned an ashen face to an equally pale Mollie. ‘She’s locked us all in,’

 


#214:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 2:10 pm


Another cliff! *hangs on the idea that Tom will sort it out Shocked *

Like some of the others, I thought you had gone gothic on the moors and then I wondered about the vicarage when they arrived because some of them are gothic looking. Wrong again!

don't leave it there too long, please. I'm quite worried.

 


#215:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 4:09 pm


Of course Tom will sort it out. She's quite capable of climbing out through a window, and up a drainpipe if need be. Poor Mrs Jordan needs understanding, not to be treated as if she were mad.
Has every confidence in Lulie bringing about a satisfactory conclusion.

 


#216:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 5:04 pm


Lulie debates changing her name to 'Emily Bronte' to develop Gothic writing ability. She decides against it as she doesn't look like an Emily. Sorry PatMac and others of gothic imaginations, I don't think I could pull it off Confused



Bride turned an ashen face to an equally pale Mollie. ‘She’s locked us all in,’
‘Peggy hasn’t woken up either,’ Mollie glanced down at her sleeping daughter, and shook her gently at first, then more violently. Peggy merely sighed in her sleep and turned over. ‘Mummy, you don’t think…. I mean, maybe Mrs Jordan’s doped Peg up with something?’
‘I think that you’re probably right,’ agreed Mollie, outwardly calm, though inwardly she felt sick and wanted to scream and scream. ‘Come and sit down, Bride, there’s no use panicking. At least we’re all safe and alive. Goodness me, what’s that?’

Meanwhile downstairs, Maeve had wanted to go and see her sister, to make sure for herself that Peggy was all right. It was then that they discovered that the sitting room door was locked. Maeve shrieked in horror and alerted the others to the situation. Tom banged on the door and shouted loudly, but there was no response. The girls stared at each other, helplessly. What were they to do? More to the point, what was going on? They all jumped, as there came a tap at the door. The four of them scooted across the carpet and rattled at the door, ‘Oh please, listen. I haven’t much time,’ came a nervous voice that they didn’t recognise, ‘One of you must get out. I think Mrs Jordan has had the windows locked, so break one if you must. Go and find Reverend Jordan, he’s at Ewecote Farm. Turn left out of the garden and go to the end of the village, by the wood turner’s shop and turn left again and keep straight on. There’s a track leading to it at the top of the hill, it’s signposted, you can’t miss it. Tell him what’s happened and he must come home quickly, whatever the weather. Tell him Belle sent you. Go one, quickly. I wish I could help you more, but I daren’t, not when she’s like this. She might do anything.’
There was the sound of stealthy footsteps creeping away, and the girls looked at each other. Then Primrose went to the nearest window and tried to open it. Belle had been right, it was locked, but it was an old window and Tom managed to break the lock. She climbed out, not even questioning the fact that it was she who must go. ‘Your coat!’ exclaimed Maeve.
‘No time,’ replied Tom, trying not to shiver in the damp, cold air.
‘Here, take this. It’s better than nothing,’ Primrose flung a priceless embroidered shawl out of the window and Tom took it, ignorant of the fact that it was a Jordan family heirloom and very precious. She looked up at the house, to make sure nobody was looking out of the window, and stuck her head back in, ‘Close the window, and if you can make the lock looked untouched, then do so. Play ignorant if She comes in; pretend I’d gone up to Bride and the others before she locked the doors or something. I’ll be as quick as I can, but I’ve no idea how far this farm is. So long, girls!’
Tom ran off into the mist, leaving the other three to follow her instructions as best they could. ‘Chin up, Maeve,’ said Elfie, sitting next to a Maeve who was only just not in tears, ‘Mummy and the others will most likely be locked in as well. If Mrs Jordan was going to harm anybody, she’d have done it by now,’
‘But why are we locked in?’ asked Maeve, her voice shaking, ‘What have we done?’
Nobody could answer this, not knowing what Mollie Bettany knew. Up in the bedroom Bride jumped up and looked out of her window, alerted to the commotion by her mother’s exclamation. ‘Tom’s got out the window!’ she informed Mollie, ‘She’s ran off somewhere. I only hope she knows what she’s doing. The mist’s still as thick as anything,’

 


#217:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 5:31 pm


The plot is no so thick that a spoon stays up right in it!

Please let Tom get help in time!

 


#218:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 5:45 pm


*apologises to Catherine for doubting her idea and goes to reread Triplets to remind self that there was a positive ending in the similar idea there*

 


#219:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 6:03 pm


Oh dear, I'd forgotten about Triplets!

Never mind, don't they say there are only about seven original plots in fiction? That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Very Happy Wink

Anyway, this is going it's own sweet way. I had intended to get them to a nice house and be taken home in style all safe and sound. It's not my fault that Mrs Jordan "has issues" and has flipped her lid.

 


#220:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 6:07 pm


Sorry for mentioning it... Kiss

 


#221:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 6:30 pm


Ooh-err! How are they gonna get out of this mess then?? It's so sad, but also rather alarming!

 


#222:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 8:44 pm


Tom ran as she had been taught all those years ago at school. It was a pace she knew she could keep up for a while, though common sense told her she couldn’t run far uphill. She turned left at the wood turner’s shop, all shut up as he wasn’t expecting customers in such bad weather. The hill was steeper than she thought, and Tom climbed as fast as she dared. She was out of breath quicker than she expected, thanks to the dampness of the air. Her chest pulling every time she breathed, Tom plugged away at the hill, weaving from side to side of the road every time something like an opening appeared in the hedges. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she came upon a gap that proved to be the entranceway to somewhere. Her knees were shaking badly as she stopped and peered at a sign whose painted letters informed her that this was Ewecote Farm. Leaning over the fence, Tom coughed violently in her attempts to get her breath back. For some reason she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking, and it was with great difficulty that Tom managed to stand up and put one foot in front of the other once more. The track leading to the farm was badly rutted and full of puddles and sticky mud, which made walking even more difficult. Praying fervently under her breath Tom kept close to the fence, holding tightly onto it when she felt she needed to. Looming out of the mist were large dark shapes that Tom recognised as the house and outbuildings that made up the usual English farmyard. Lurching through the gate and pushing it shut behind her, she staggered across the farmyard, not caring what she put her feet in. She banged heartily on the door and leaned against the wall to one side, breathing hard and trying to stay on her feet. Pushing herself upright again as the door opened, she gasped out to the startled woman in front of her, ‘Reverend Jordan. Needed urgently. Is he here?’
‘Yes, oh you poor dear, you look dreadful. Here, come into the kitchen, oh dear. Andrew! Come quickly and bring William with you,’ The farmer’s wife let go of the door and tried to hold Tom up, but six feet of healthy young woman was rather too heavy for her, and the pair of them were in danger of landing in a heap on the doormat. Andrew came dashing through and took Tom from his wife, helping the girl to a chair by the stove. Another man had followed, his eyes starting out of his head at the sight that greeted them. Tom pushed away the glass of water that she was being offered and fixed her gaze onto the two men, ‘Reverend Jordan?’ she asked.
The second man stepped forward, ‘I am William Jordan, who are you?’
‘Tom Gay. Belle sent me, Mrs Jordan has locked us all in and Belle told us where you were and I came to get you. You must come home, sir, quickly. Everybody is so frightened and nobody knows what to do!’
‘Whoa, wait a minute. Start at the beginning. Who’s ‘we’? What are you doing at my house and what have you all done to make my wife lock you all in? And, more to the point, if you’re all locked in, how did you get out?’ Reverend Jordan sat down in the chair opposite Tom, and prepared himself for anything.

 


#223:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 8:49 pm


Hopes urgency comes across well enough that explanations don't take too long.

 


#224:  Author: Catherine_BLocation: Oxford, UK PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 9:12 pm


Brilliant, Lulie!

I hope that Rev Jordan won't doubt any of Tom's story and will rescue the poor girls SOON!

 


#225:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 11:07 pm


*dangles over Lulie's cliff by fingertips*

 


#226:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 11:07 pm


Lulie this is superb. Thank you. So many twists and turns. Hope Tom can make Rev. Jordan understand and he wastes no time in going home. if a girl can go out in the mist them why can't he?

 


#227:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Feb 19, 2004 11:30 pm


I suppose it is a bit much to expect that he would jump when a complete stranger tells him this and he didn't know they were there! But I would like him to get a move on!

Lulie, this is really a cliff hanger and unless you want to be alone on the board, apart from the squishy mess at the bottom of cliff, I think you'd better come back and get this man moving!

 


#228:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 12:24 am


sorry Pat, I don't do blood, especially when I'm off work! Hope this helps to pick you all up and that Rev J moves fast enough for you Laughing


Tom briefly explained how they’d come to be at the Vicarage and the events leading up to their being locked in. Reverend Jordan frowned and said nothing, very loudly indeed. Tom could have kicked herself for rushing off so impulsively. It was clear that the vicar didn’t believe a word she said. ‘It was Belle who told me where you were,’ she said, desperately, ‘she came to the door and told us how to get to you, so I came. Anyway, I’ve done my best; perhaps I ought to go now. It’s clear that you don’t believe me. I’m sorry to have disturbed you.’
Tom got to her feet, staggered a little and headed for the door, clutching at the shawl that Primrose had flung at her. Reverend Jordan caught sight of it and snatched it out of Tom’s grasp. ‘Where did you get this from?’
‘Primrose chucked it out of the window at me. Our coats and wraps were in the hall, and I couldn’t go out coatless in this weather. I’m sorry if it is precious to you, but there was nothing else we could do. It isn’t too wet, and I’ll pay for it to be cleaned properly for you,’
Reverend Jordan looked from Tom to the shawl and back again, a rather odd expression coming over his face. He handed the shawl back to Tom and took his wallet out of his pocket. ‘Do any of your companions look like these girls?’ he asked, slowly, handing Tom a well-worn photograph. Tom took it, curiously. ‘Well, not so you’d notice. Peggy has blonde curly hair like that, and a similar dainty kind of look, but….’
‘Andrew, my coat please!’ Reverend Jordan shoved the photo into his pocket, flung the shawl round Tom’s shoulders, and pulling his coat on as he did so, propelled the girl out of the door, calling as he went, ‘Sorry about this, but there’s an emergency at home. Thanks for your hospitality; I’ll be in touch. I’d rather risk the weather than wait’
Tom had never bee driven so fast in all her life. She felt as if she were about to go through the windscreen as Reverend Jordan hurtled down the rough track and down the hill. He slowed down as he came to the village, and slammed on his brakes as the Vicarage loomed out of the mist. Leaving the car and Tom to fend for themselves, he raced up to the house, and in through the door.

 


#229:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 12:29 am


Phew! I was worried for a moment there. thanks, Lulie. If he's on his way back, I hope all will be well.

 


#230:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 12:29 am


*surprised it took him so long to believe Tom - he told Dick that his wife was crazy (okay not PC, but it is much faster).

*hopes they get there in time.

 


#231:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 12:34 am


Thanks Lulie, I'm glad the Rev's back - just hoping that he will be able to get his wife sorted out, and quickly.
It was only right that it should have been Tom that went for help though - after all, it was her idea to go to the rectory in the first place.

 


#232:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 12:53 am


Wow Lulie! I have been on the edge of my seat all the way through those last few postings!!!! Don't wait too long for the next bit, please! Kiss

 


#233:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 1:02 am


*wails* I've been clicking down the page REALLY slowly, hoping there was enough room for another bit of drabble... This is amazing Lulie, but you seem to have forgotten to add the next part...

 


#234:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 1:29 am


I'm glad he believed her eventually, it can't be nice for him knowing his wife freaks out like that when she sees girls similar to their daughters. I hope they all get out alright.

 


#235:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 8:50 am


I'll be interested to know just how he's going to calm his wife though.

 


#236:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 2:46 pm


WOW!!! Lulie, this is so gripping! PLease don't let there be an accident or anything!!

 


#237:  Author: Caroline OSullivanLocation: Reading, Berkshire, UK PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 3:14 pm


*Hopes Tom and Rev Jordan get back to the Vicarage safely*

 


#238:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 3:52 pm


They're back, so let's hope he can make his poor deluded wife see sense.
More soon, please, Lulie.

 


#239:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 5:36 pm


*chants at Lulie*

 


#240:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Feb 20, 2004 7:26 pm


*joins in chant*

 


#241:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 12:45 am


*adds trumpet to chant yet again!* Trumpet

 


#242:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 2:29 am


Joins in chant

 


#243:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 2:06 pm


Just caught up on this again - Lulie this is wonderful!!! Please add to it as desperate to know that Mollie and co are safe!

 


#244:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 3:02 pm


was hoping for more of this as a trat on a cold Saturday.

 


#245:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 9:51 pm


Sorry I haven't added more, I've been in Huddersfield. I went to a fabric sale (where the saleswoman told me I was going to "be busy". Was this due to the amount of fabric I bought, or the fact I'd just consumed a particularly large and delicious lunch and had a larger-than-usual-tummy?). Im my family, any trip to Huddersfield inclues a trip to the Family Burial Ground and home via all the Family Shrines (other burial grounds, various villages/ramdom dwellings etc.). Very interesting if, like me, you love history - especially the everyday social history of normal folks. Other people go to that area for Last of the Summer Wine tours. We go for Clark/Wagstaff/Friends & Relations Tours!!!!!!

Anyway, I'm now going to watch Jonathan Creek (for ideas and inspiration, you understand) so keep chanting and I'll try and post some more tomorrow.



Kiss Kiss Kiss

 


#246:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 9:53 pm


*obediently chants more*

 


#247:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Feb 21, 2004 9:57 pm


What? Still no more?

 


#248:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 11:51 am


I've just caught up on this, only to be brought up short by the edge of a cliff!! Argh! It's fantastic, Lulie -- but what happens next?!

*joins in chant*

 


#249:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 11:55 am


*grabs pip and secures her to the top of the cliff*

 


#250:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 11:58 am


Thank you, KB! Nearly lost my balance there!!

 


#251:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 11:58 am


You're very welcome. Oh, it's elastic, so you both can and may bunjee.

 


#252:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:02 pm


Ooh, really? I've never done that before, though it sounds like fun...

*jumps*

 


#253:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:03 pm


*relieved to see that I didn't use the super-long elastic*

 


#254:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:09 pm


*also relieved, particularly since I didn't think to check the length of the elastic before I jumped*

 


#255:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:11 pm


*watches pip bouncing half-way down the cliff, unable to come or go*

Er...

 


#256:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:15 pm


Erm... little help? I seem to be stuck...

Ah well, I guess I could just stay here for a bit. Have a nap or something, while waiting for more story. *g*

 


#257:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:17 pm


*gets out giant pair of scissors*

*hopes trampoline is in position*

 


#258:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:29 pm


Ooh, trampoline! What fun!! I can pratice somersaults while waiting and chanting.

Ready when you are, KB!

 


#259:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:31 pm


Okay!

*SNIP*

(Well, they are big scissors!)

 


#260:  Author: pimLocation: the place where public transport doesn't work properly! PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:39 pm


*chanting but being snesible and NOT playing on the cliff edge*

 


#261:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:43 pm


*falls, but lands safely on trampoline... just*

*waves up to KB* THANK YOU! I MADE IT!

*starts practising somersaults*

But, pim -- this is so much fun!

 


#262:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 12:47 pm


*waves back* Glad you did! Have fun!

 


#263:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 6:44 pm


Oh nooooo! 'I've just read about 8 pages of this.. and then it STOPS!!!

Tut tut, how inconsiderate of Lulie!

 


#264:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 8:02 pm


Oh Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulie.........

 


#265:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Feb 22, 2004 9:22 pm


*thinks it's about time there was more of this*

 


#266:  Author: pip_penguinLocation: Melbourne PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 12:32 pm


*agrees* I'm getting rather bored bouncing down here. I s'pose I could try climbing back up the cliff...

 


#267:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 12:36 pm


Lulie, your fans are waiting for your next installment.

 


#268:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 1:27 pm


*hastens in, having been away a few days, and is very disappointed to see that there seems to be no more story*


Luuuuliiiiiiieeeee!!!!!!!!

 


#269:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 3:43 pm


*hopes Lulie hasn't got lost on the moors again!!!*

 


#270:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 7:52 pm


*groans* Not again! The search party only just got back!

 


#271:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Feb 23, 2004 9:26 pm


Putting on coat, warm boots, and handing out flasks of hot chocolate to the search parties.

 


#272:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 12:43 am


LULIE!!!! LULIE!!!!! LULIE!!!!! LULIE!!!!! LULIE!!! LULIE!!!!! LULIE!!!!! LULIE!!!!! LULIE!!!!!


Pretty please can we have some more story?!! Very Happy

 


#273:  Author: MandyLocation: Derry, N.Ireland PostPosted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 11:07 pm


Made it, caught up with another one.

Rests while waiting for more.

 


#274:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:34 am


*heads search party*

 


#275:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 3:53 pm


Has anyone found Lulie yet?

 


#276:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 3:54 pm


Well she's not down any of these rabbit holes I've been investigating.

 


#277:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 7:55 pm


Blow! Hmm, has anyone tried the trees?

 


#278:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:26 pm


Can't an innocent body have an attack of the RL's without being hunted down? Laughing Laughing Laughing
Just for you I've managed to write a soupcon more, in between doing lots of planning and prep (well I have two weekends away coming up!) and dealing with grumpy students. Is it Spring Fever that's affecting them? Ought I to mix a jorum of sulphur and treacle and dose them all?

The prisoners were shaken out of the stupor that they had all sunk into by the shock of the front door slamming open, and bouncing off its hinges. Then there came the sound of running footsteps and a voice bellowed ‘Celia! Celia, where are you?’
Belle came running out of the kitchen, wiping floury hands on her apron, ‘Oh, sir, you’re back. The girl got through then? I’m so glad. The mistress is in her bedroom, sir. I can’t get an answer out of her and neither can Ruth. We daren’t go near the locked rooms, sir. It’s a really bad turn this time. She threatened to smack Ruth when she wanted to take the ladies a hot drink. I did what I could, sir,’
‘Thank you, Belle,’ Reverend Jordan cut short what promised to be a rather long speech, and, after checking the whereabouts of Ruth (‘She’s in the kitchen with me, sir,’) and not to unlock the rooms, ‘just in case’, he went rushing up the stairs. Mrs Jordan came out of her bedroom as she heard the thumping of her husband’s footsteps. ‘Be quiet, William dear, you’ll wake her up,’ she said, laughingly laying a finger on her lips. Reverend Jordan steered his wife back into the bedroom, so he could speak safely. ‘Celia, what’s all this? Belle tells me we have visitors, and yet you’re up here. I don’t understand, it’s not like you not to entertain properly,’
‘Oh, William, they’ve brought Amy back,’ said Mrs Jordan, her eyes shining, ‘They’re calling her by her middle name for some reason, and they’ve shortened it horribly, but never mind. She’ll soon be Amy again,’
‘But where are they?’
‘I’ve locked some of them in the sitting room and two of them are in Amy’s bedroom with her, but they won’t do Amy any harm, I’m sure of it. I didn’t dare call the police until you came home, in case they heard me and turned violent. Would you mind going downstairs and doing that for me. You can handle anybody, and they wouldn’t dare be violent to you. They’re only girls and no match for you.’
‘I’ll go and do that, my dear. You stay up here where it’s safe,’ Reverend Jordan got up to go, preparing to humour his wife if it kept her quiet and the others out of danger.
‘And, William, tell them that Victoria is still missing. I didn’t dare ask what they’d done with her, but I’m terribly worried about her,’
‘Right. Anything else?’
‘Not for now. Be careful, won’t you,’
Reverend Jordan promised to be careful and went downstairs, leaving Mrs Jordan serenely working on some embroidery. Instead of phoning the police, however, he dialled the number of the specialist that was dealing with Mrs Jordan.

 


#279:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:40 pm


I'm surprised he didn't lock her in!

And Lulie, we were just concerned...

 


#280:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:44 pm


*Thinks it might have been sensible for the Rev to lock his wife in, and let the others out - but very relieved that he is doing something*

 


#281:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:45 pm


KB wrote:

And Lulie, we were just concerned...


I know. *sends huggles to everybody for being so sweet*

birthday cake Kiss Kiss birthday cake

 


#282:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:47 pm


*huggles Lulie back*

 


#283:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:11 am


OOOH! thank you Lulie!!!

 


#284:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:13 am


I'm not surprised he didn't lock her in, that might make her angry and she sounds more confused than anything else
*keeps fingers tightly crossed for them all*

 


#285:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 8:35 am


Yes, Sarah, that's a valid point.

 


#286:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:34 pm


I've just caught up on this Lulie! May we please have the next bit very very soon?! Very Happy

 


#287:  Author: AbiLocation: Alton, Hants PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:40 pm


Yay! Thank you Lulie.

*echoes Pat's words*

 


#288:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 12:45 pm


thank you Lulie. I hope the specialist is able to come quickly.

 


#289:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 1:52 pm


She really is in the grip of a delusion, so she really needs the treatment, but leaving them locked in is a really desperate thing to do. especially as they must think that rescue has arrived.

Will Tom get in through the window?

 


#290:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Thu Feb 26, 2004 8:38 pm


I really think it's about time these questions were answered!

 


#291:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 12:36 am


*thinks Lulie has also succumbed to RL.*

*settles down to wait patiently.*

 


#292:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 12:45 am


Caught up finally!!! Thanx Lulie. New part please!!!!

 


#293:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 4:23 pm


Hope we get some more of this at the weekend, Lulie.

 


#294:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 6:16 pm


*would also like more of this over the weekend*

 


#295:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 8:20 pm


*also looking forward to some more soon*
RL permitting of course. I think we need to invent some form of RL repellent, it would be very useful for an awful lot of us.

 


#296:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2004 9:59 pm


Lulie? Are you there?

 


#297:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Sat Feb 28, 2004 1:32 am


Thank you for the new bit Lulie.

Hoping they get out soon.

 


#298:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Feb 28, 2004 1:50 pm


Thank you for the last bit - more please when RL allows!

 


#299:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Feb 29, 2004 3:56 pm


Yes, lots more, please, Lulie.

 


#300:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Sun Feb 29, 2004 5:58 pm


Oh dear, it can't be Sunday afternoon already can it? I fully and freely confess that I haven't written any more of Tom as I've been too busy. What??? I hear you all cry. What is more important that drabbles? (or babbles, as I almost typed!)

Well, due to the fact that I'm going away next weekend to some Gathering or other, then to a sewing/eat lots weekend the following w/e and the w/e after that I'm possibly going on a day course on the Sat and meeting friends for lunch on the Sun, I've had to put a mammoth effort in on the lesson prep front.

Obviously I'm not as dedicated to it as I ought to be, or I wouln't be here, but I'm sure all you teachers out there can verify that prep can get very tedious, so I need a break now and again. My problem is they tend to be more now than again!

Anyway, that's why I haven't written more, but my brain is working on it.

 


#301:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sun Feb 29, 2004 7:41 pm


Waiting sort of patiently.

 


#302:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Sun Feb 29, 2004 8:42 pm


Just caught up on about 14 pages of this, Lulie!! It's fantastic!!

Looking forward to more as soon as RL will allow it!

Good luck with your planning and prep!

 


#303:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Mar 01, 2004 5:31 pm


Hope the planning goes well, Lulie. We'll just have to wait patiently for more drabble.

 


#304:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Mar 01, 2004 11:13 pm


The planning is done up until Easter *happy dance* I also went swimming for the first time in about 5 years, and I'd forgotten the existence of my upper arm muscles until now! For some reason, typing seems to alleviate the discomfort. So I did some more drabble for you all Very Happy

Dr Douglass hurried to the Vicarage, wondering what could have brought on such a summons. Reverend Jordan had outwardly sounded very calm, but Dr Douglass had sensed a note of despair and urgency that has sent him rushing to his car, cursing inwardly at the heavy mist that would force him to drive slowly. Pulling up outside the stone house he saw four girlish faces looking out of the front window. Wondering who they were, he smiled and hurried to the door. He’s barely reached it before it opened and the maid, Ruth, beckoned him inside, indicating that he should be quiet. Greatly wondering, Dr Douglass obeyed, and once Ruth had closed the door with the tiniest of clicks, he followed her down to the kitchen. Once in there Ruth turned to the visitor, ‘I’m’ terribly sorry, sir, but it’s the Vicar’s orders. Mrs Jordan is quiet at the moment but he don’t want her setting off, not with all the young ladies in the house. He’ll be down presently to explain,’
‘Perhaps I could explain the basics while we’re waiting for Reverend Jordan?’
Dr Douglass turned to the voice and saw a girl in her early twenties sitting on a chair by the stove. She was by no means a pretty girl, but hers was a face that commanded respect. She stood up, and as advanced as Dr Douglass laid his hat and medical bag on the table. ‘I’m Tom Gay,’ she said, holding out her hand, ‘I’m afraid it’s all our fault that Mrs Jordan has…er…become ill,’
‘How do you mean, “your fault”?’ Dr Douglass shook the proffered hand and looked up searchingly into the honest face a few inches above his own. Tom, suddenly looking tired, pulled out a couple of chairs and sat in one. She then told, as succinctly as she could, the whole story, as she knew it. Reverend Jordan came into the kitchen as she finished' Jim, thank God you’re here!’ he exclaimed, ‘Has Miss Gay told you the course of events? Celia is quite happy and quiet, which is a mercy, but I haven’t dared let any of the ladies out n case she becomes hysterical. I have unlocked the doors and even gone as far as pushing a note underneath the doors, explaining as much as I can. I just hoe they forgive me when they’re finally released.’
‘Has Celia told you anything that many have triggered this?’ demanded Dr Douglass, ignoring most of the Reverend’s speech and going straight to the point.
‘One of the girls, the one who is ill, looks a bit like Amy and Victoria. Celia is convinced it’s Amy, as she is called Peggy, and Amy’s middle name was Margaret,’
‘How like Amy does this Peggy look?’
‘They have similar features,’ said Tom, not giving Reverend Jordan a chance to answer, ‘I don’t know about Amy, but Peg’s quite tiny and delicate looking. They have the same blonde curly hair and blue eyes, but it’s not a real likeness, more of a similarity.’
‘Hmmmmm,’ Dr Douglass rubbed at his chin, ‘Right, I’ll go and see her, and have a wee chat,’ he opened his bag and took out a syringe, which he filled from a bottle of some kind of medication. ‘Just in case,’ he told a worried looking Reverend Jordan, ‘Come on, William, you can take me up. Considering I was passing I thought I’d just pop in and see how you both were,’
‘Of course,’ Reverend Jordan prepared to leave the room. Dr Douglass turned to Belle and Ruth, who had abandoned all pretence of work, ‘Have tea ready for everybody in the house when I ring for it,’
‘Lay it in the dining room and light the fire,’ added Reverend Jordan, as he left the kitchen, slightly ahead of the doctor.

 


#305:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Mar 01, 2004 11:16 pm


Another lovely post, Lulie. I'm glad Tom is so capable.

 


#306:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Mon Mar 01, 2004 11:17 pm


Oooh!! Thank you Lulie!!!! Very Happy Very Happy

 


#307:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Tue Mar 02, 2004 12:46 am


Yay for more story.

Yay for Tom.

Hopefully yay for people soon being unlocked.

 


#308:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Tue Mar 02, 2004 1:07 am


Thank you Lulie - I'm glad that it appears as though everything will be sorted out soon.

 


#309:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Tue Mar 02, 2004 2:47 am


The doctor sounds nice and sensible. I hope they get everything sorted out quietly with ni more dramas (well actually dramas are fun for us just not for poor Tom and co.)

 


#310:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Tue Mar 02, 2004 4:52 am


Thank you Lulie!

 


#311:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 12:23 am


*chants at Lulie!!!*

 


#312:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 2:07 am


*joins in chant*

 


#313:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 1:42 pm


*Increases volume of chant*

 


#314:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 6:22 pm


Adds to chant with musical accompaniment!!

Guitar piano Trumpet drummer

 


#315:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 6:31 pm


J*oins in chant and musical accompaniment piano Trumpet *

 


#316:  Author: pimLocation: the place where public transport doesn't work properly! PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 7:55 pm


Thanks Lulie! *also chanting whilst perched precariously on edge of seat*

 


#317:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 10:44 pm


Lulie, where are you?

 


#318:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 11:37 pm


Lulie I've just read all of this it's great! Am eagerly awaiting to see what will happen next! Very Happy

 


#319:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2004 11:46 pm


I think Lulie is away this weekend....................

 


#320:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sun Mar 14, 2004 5:13 am


Well, that's the only way she could avoid hearing this racket!

 


#321:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Sun Mar 14, 2004 3:22 pm


Thank you Lulie - glad this is getting resolved. Hope the PB bites at sometime.

Hope you are enjoying your weekend. What sort of sewing?

 


#322:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Mar 15, 2004 10:16 pm


Lulie, I hope you're going to write some more of this soon, I'm getting worried about the outcome.

 


#323:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Mar 15, 2004 10:35 pm


Oh dear, sorry everybody. I have done no more of this for AGES! I'm busy tring to catch up on the CBB, type book reviews, go to work and feed the small sparkling purple leaf (sadly he isn't made of chocolate so I can't eat him). I'll do my best to post more some time this week.

Thanks to everybody who asked. I had a gorgeous weekend. Sadly we didn't get snowed in, though it did rain all day Sunday. I managed to produce a lavender pillow, with embroidery on it. It was a style of embridery from Italy, pronounced 'castle greedy'. I haven't the faintest idea how it was spelt! Now all I need to know is what do I do with a lavender pillow?

P.S. I took my ear plugs with me, so I couldn't hear the chanting Laughing

P.P.S Here's a link to the hotel I went to. http://www.stonehousehotel.co.uk/

 


#324:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Mon Mar 15, 2004 10:37 pm


Hey stranger!

Put your pillow near you when you're struggling to sleep; Lavender's good for getting to sleep.
Just have it set nicely somewhere in your room the rest of the time! Or give it to your froggies to lie on!

 


#325:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Mar 15, 2004 10:48 pm


I think I'll give it to the froggies - or no - to the PBs so they sleep when I'm too busy for them Wink Lavender doesn't work when I can't sleep - freak that I am!

 


#326:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Mon Mar 15, 2004 10:52 pm


You're not a freak!

 


#327:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Mon Mar 15, 2004 11:26 pm


*huggles Lulie and assures her that, even if she was a freak, which she's not, we'd love her anyway*

 


#328:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue Mar 16, 2004 12:33 am


Lulie, you are brill.


Please, are you going to post the bits from Yahoo on here? Or are they bits from before the board went bye bye?

 


#329:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sun Mar 21, 2004 4:16 pm


Yes, Lulie, please bring this up to date, and then add to it.

 


#330:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Mar 21, 2004 4:41 pm


I'm glad you had a good time, Lulie and I think you mean Casalguidi? Very attractive!
I do hope you and your bunnies will write some more soon. Sad

 


#331:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sun Mar 21, 2004 10:45 pm


*hopes Lulie is okay, and will be posting more soon!!!*

 


#332:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 9:03 pm


PatMac wrote:
and I think you mean Casalguidi? Very attractive!


So That's how you spell it!!! Thanks Pat for that, and yes, it is very attractive.

I'm going to post the bits from Yahoo, and I'm afraid that's all the updating I've done so far. I've been incapacitated this past week, thanks to The Mutant Virus From Hell. I was even off work for two days, which is almost unknown, and I was too yukky to even think about updating draabbles Sad I now have to get back in the way of writing again.

The only drawback is that two Plot Bunnies were nibbling at my toes while I was confined to bed, and they worked their way up to whisper in my ears. So now I have two other drabbles demanding to be written. Confused

 


#333:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 9:32 pm


The two men found Mrs. Jordan in the old nursery, turning out drawers
and sorting the contents. `Amy will be so pleased when she wakes up
and finds we've kept all her things, won't she William?'
`She will, my dear. But look who's popped in to see us,'
`Dr Douglass, what a surprise! I didn't have an appointment today did I?'
`No, no, I was just passing and I thought I'd pop in and see how you
were,'
`I'm fine. Better than fine now that Amy has come back. William, why
don't you ring fro tea and show Dr Douglass to the … er …' Mrs. Jordan
tailed off as she realized that she couldn't entertain the doctor in
her cosy sitting room as it was full of girls. Sheer panic crossed her
face and both men mentally prepared themselves for anything. Panic was
replaced by misery as Mrs. Jordan crumpled in her chair and dissolved
into tears. Shooting Reverend Jordan a warning look, Dr Douglass knelt
down beside the distraught woman and took her hands in his own. `Why
the tears, Celia? Come now, Amy won't be happy when she wakes up and
finds you like this, will she?'
`It isn't Amy. Amy will never wake up. I'm such a terrible person!'
wailed Mrs. Jordan.
`Why are you such a terrible person?'
`It isn't Amy. I've locked up all sorts of nice people and drugged one
of them and she isn't Amy. Amy's never coming back. I've lost her and
Victoria and it's all my fault,'
`Drugged?' said Dr Douglass, sharply, `with what?'
`One of my sleeping tablets. Oh, it won't do her any harm, will it?
She's such a pretty little thing, and her mother will hate me,' Mrs.
Jordan seemed to be working herself up to fever pitch. Dr Douglass
stroked her hands soothingly, `No, it won't do her any harm. She'll
just sleep for a long time and possibly feel a little groggy when she
wakes up, that's all,'
`But how am I going to face them? Oh, William, we must let them out. I
can't bear it any longer, thinking of those girls all locked up and
starving, just because of me and my delusions,'
`I'll let them out, dearest. You won't even have to see them, you can
stay here and I'll tell them you're not well, if they ask. I'll ring
Andrew at Ewecote Farm, and ask if I may borrow his Land Rover to take
them home in They can't have come far,'
The other side of the moor,' sniffed Mrs. Jordan, `They said when they
arrived.'
`Right then, I'll go and set things in motion. I'll ask Belle for some
tea and send Ruth up with some for you and Dr Douglass. Don't you
worry about a thing.'
Reverend Jordan, looking and sounding more cheerful than he felt, left
the room and went along the landing to the room at the end. `Mrs.
Bettany!' he gasped, in horror, when he had opened the door and beheld
its occupants.
`Good afternoon, Reverend Jordan,' replied Mollie, rising to her feet
looking very dignified.
`I … I … had no idea it was you,' stuttered the Reverend, trying to
grasp at his departing composure, `I … I … really don't know what to
say. My apologies just aren't enough,'
Mollie's icy dignity melted away at the sight of the stricken
expression on Reverend Jordan's face. She came round the bed and
clasped his hands warmly. `Reverend Jordan, none of this is your
fault. Your wife is ill, and that' why she did what she has. I can't
pretend it was a pleasant adventure, but I presume it's all over now?
My only worry is Peggy. She appears to have been drugged.'
`One of my wife's sleeping pills. Your daughter will be fine when she
wakes up, Mrs. Bettany, there's no need to worry on that scores. I'll
call the doctor out to come and check on her, to set your mind at
rest. It's the least I can do,'
`Oh would you? That's terribly kind,'
`But first you must come downstairs and reunite yourselves with
your…friends? Daughters? Don't worry about this one;' he indicated
Peggy, `She'll be fine. My wife has somebody with her, and she won't
come in here, not now. Come,'

 


#334:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 9:36 pm


Thanks for reposting this, Lulie. I found it very difficult to read things on Yahoo.

 


#335:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 11:21 pm


Thanks, Lulie! I hope the Mutant Virus demutates soon! *huggles*

 


#336:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 11:25 pm


*huggles KB in return*

The MVFH is practically gone now, apart from a very uncomfortable swollen gland. Personally I'm awaiting the birth of an alien from my neck. Or perhaps a fully formed Mary Lou. *eeebles at the thought*

Oh, and just to make life interesting we have a student down with chicken pox. She was in college while still ragingly infectious. We are all expecting to be spotty and poxy over Easter!

 


#337:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 11:27 pm


*reconsiders any thoughts of meeting up with Lulie in the near future*

 


#338:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 11:46 pm


*wonders if that will be the next lurgy to go around the board*

 


#339:  Author: MandyLocation: Derry, N.Ireland PostPosted: Tue Mar 23, 2004 12:04 am


*wonders if chicken pox can transfer through phone lines*

Thanks for more story Lulie.

 


#340:  Author: KBLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Tue Mar 23, 2004 12:05 am


Anything's possible!

 


#341:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Mar 23, 2004 9:26 pm


Thanks Lulie. I did read that bit on Yahoo but it seems so much better, here 'at home'.

Sorry about the mutant virus. I wonder if it's the same one we've had here. Nasty if it was! Hope you don;t get chicken pox!

*disinfects modem to be safe, even though I've had it*

 


#342:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Tue Mar 23, 2004 10:13 pm


Thanks for the drabble piece Lulie, hope you're feeling better Very Happy

 


#343:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Mar 25, 2004 5:46 pm


Hope you're feeling better, Lulie, and will be able to write some more drabble soon.

 


#344:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Mar 25, 2004 9:30 pm


Echoes both hopes! Laughing

 


#345:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Fri Mar 26, 2004 6:03 pm


Have just read the whole of this Lulie and love it...hope you are feeling better and can write more soon. Another one to add to the ever growing list of drabbles to be kept up with!!

 


#346:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Mar 26, 2004 11:05 pm


*huggles Lulie and hopes for more*

 


#347:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Mar 27, 2004 5:24 pm


Lulie, Lulie, where are you?

 


#348:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 11:59 am


Lulie is there any more of this???

 


#349:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Apr 01, 2004 5:20 pm


LULIE, WE WANT SOME MORE OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 


#350:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Thu Apr 01, 2004 9:50 pm


Are you still poorly, Lulie?

 


#351:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 8:17 am


I'M HERE!!!!! I've just been really busy with the end of term and other boring things Laughing

I'm on holiday for two weeks now, so I hopefully will be able to do more writing. My Grandpa is coming to stay next week for a week, and as he has my room (he needs a "normal" height bed, and our spare is an on the floor futon) I won't be near my computer Crying or Very sad I'm hoping to persuade my Dad to let me use his laptop for typing, and when I can come near the internet I can post drabbles. It all depends what we are doing with Grandpa, but at 84 he is slowing down quite a bit, so I can't see many mammoth day trips.

*looks sadly at the bomb-site state of bedroom* I think Matron is about to be on the warpath. Off to tidy folks, I'll try and write as soon as possible.

 


#352:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 4:09 pm


At last!!!!! Here's more!!!!! Thank you for your patience. *hands out Smarties as a reward*

*********************************
Reverend Jordan left Mollie and Bride at the door to the living room, to return up the stairs to his wife. Mollie grinned at Bride before she opened the now unlocked door. ‘Mummy!’ shrieked Maeve, making a dash across the room and flinging herself on her mother. ‘Ooof, Maeve, it’s good to see you too,’ gasped Mollie, hugging her daughter tightly, ‘Leave a little of me for later. You’re no lightweight, even if I am pleased to see you. Are you sure you’re all right, mavnoureen?’
‘I’m fine, Mummy. Are you? And Bride? How’s Peggy? Is she going to get better?’
‘Sit down and I’ll explain,’ Mollie grinned at the other girls as she pushed Maeve away from her. ‘Why don’t you do that in the dining room, then we can all hear the story, Mrs. Bettany,’ came a voice from the doorway.
‘Tom!’ they all cried, ‘You’re all right!’
‘I am,’ agreed Tom, ‘Reverend Jordan has asked for tea to be laid in the dining room and it’s just waiting for us all to come and partake of it. I can go and ask Belle to put the kettle on, if you’re ready for it.’
‘I am,’ Mollie felt suddenly grateful for Tom’s unemotional outlook on life. She was feeling rather emotional herself, and only the need to keep up appearances before the girls was keeping her going at present. ‘Come on, everybody. We can do all the talking we need to over a cup of tea,’
After a cup of tea and some of Belle’s scones, they all felt much better. Tom told everybody the story of what had happened after she had climbed out of the window, Mollie informed them all of what Reverend Jordan had told her, and Reverend Jordan himself came to join them after he had reassured himself that Mrs. Jordan was no worse. The village doctor had come round as they were finishing their meal, and Mollie took him upstairs to take a look at Peggy. ‘She’s in good health,’ he told Mollie, after a short examination, ‘She should be fine once she wakes up, a little groggy perhaps, but none the worse for her adventure.’
As this was what Dr. Douglass had said, Mollie was reassured. Dr. Fenby assured Mollie that Peggy was able to be moved, if a big enough car could be found to take them all home. At this point Reverend Jordan came up the stairs to inform Mollie that a car had been found to take them all home. ‘Andrew Greenway from Ewecote Farm has offered to drive you all home,’ he said, ‘He’s brought his Land Rover down, and that should fit you all in. Miss Bettany can be accommodated in the front seat, and there’s room for you there if you want to stay with her.’
Mollie accepted the offer gratefully, not wondering why a total stranger should suddenly offer such a thing. Reverend Jordan had noticed her tired looks and telephoned to his friend for help, but he didn’t share that piece of information. Instead he helped Dr. Fenby to wrap Peggy up in blankets and carried her down the stairs and settled her into the front seat of the Land Rover, with Mollie squashed in next to her, arms round her daughter, to prevent her falling from the seat. The other girls piled into the back, laden with their belongings and piles of cushions to make the journey more comfortable. In this style they set off through the clearing fog on the road for home.

 


#353:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 4:13 pm


Thank you Lulie!!! Really missed this -glad it's back, glad you're back!

 


#354:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 4:26 pm


Great to see this back, Lulie.

 


#355:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:03 pm


So is this the bit you had scribbled in your diary then, Lulie? Wink

Thank you for posting it! Might there be some more before Tues?

 


#356:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:14 pm


Yup, this is that bit! Isn't it amazing where you find bits of drabble? I haven o idea when I wrote it - probably in the first aid room with pen in one hand sick bucket in the other! That's the only time I can think of when I was "just sitting". Hopefully there's more before Tues. I've fed the bunnies with Bourneville ice creams and am awaiting results.

I got your email btw. I'l tryand read it asap.

 


#357:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:18 pm


Thanks for the graphic picture that presented, Lulie! Vile! Rolling Eyes

Didn't know you could get Bournville icecreams!

 


#358:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:23 pm


Sorry, I forget that everybody hasn't developed the strong stomach that I've had to Confused

You can find Bourneville ice creams in the freezer section of Safeway, Sainsburys, probably Tesco, Asda and other purveyors of fine foods. Very yummy, and it always seems a shame that you only get four in a box.

 


#359:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:46 pm


Here's a little bit more, to keep you going. Where is everybody, btw? It seems very quiet here today...

Tom lay back in her bed and sighed with relief. It was good to be back at home after the rather adventurous time with the Bettanys. She was quite ready to settle for the quiet life for a good long time to come...

















That's it for now, my darlings! devil devil devil

 


#360:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:58 pm


Well, thank you for that very little bit!!!!!! hammer Lulie

 


#361:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 8:14 pm


*prises hammer from Lesley's hot sweaty little hands*
hammer hammer hammer hammer hammer hammer hammer

 


#362:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 8:29 pm


Ouch, how can I write if you hit me on the head? Can't you think of some other type of persuasion?

She was just dozing off when there came a loud hammering on the front door. Leaping out of bed and flinging her dressing gown and slippers on, Tom almost ran into her father, also on his way to see who was at the door at such a late hour. It was Adam, one of the boys from the Club. He was attired in a rather mixed bag of garments, and was out of breath with his run across London. ‘Miss Tom,’ he gasped, clutching the doorframe as he tried to speak, ‘Miss Tom, it’s the Club. It’s on fire!’
‘What? But how? Here, come in a minute while I go and put some clothes on,’ Tom reached out and dragged Adam into the house, sitting him on the bench that was in the hall for visitors to Canon Gay. She dashed off up the stairs, while Canon Gay, more experienced than his daughter, took the boy into the kitchen and gave him a glass of water. He put the kettle on to boil, for the night was cold and Adam was shivering in unsuitable clothing. Canon Gay wasn’t going to allow him out again without something warm inside him. While the kettle was boiling the Canon asked Adam for more details of the fire, so when Tom came dashing down again, warmly clad in denim jeans and a jumper, he was able to stall her first impulse to rush outdoors. ‘No, Tom, there’s nothing you can do. Adam says that the fire brigade is on its way, and of course they’ll want to speak to you, as the owner of the building, but there’s no rush. There’s a lot of flammable materials in there and it won’t all be dampened down in minutes. Have a cup of tea before you go, it’s bitterly cold out. Get the milk out of the fridge, will you please?’
And with this Tom had to be content. She made the tea while her father went back upstairs to speak to his drowsy wife, and to dress. When he came down Tom was questioning Adam closely, but he could give no more information than he had already given. Handing Canon Gay his tea, Tom vanished, to return clutching a warm coat and a scarf. She held these out to Adam, ‘They’re just a lend,’ she said, seeing refusal in the boy’s eye, ‘You can give them back when it’s all over. It’s no use sending you home when we get there, I know you won’t go, but I’m not having you coming down with pneumonia and if you went home for a coat, your mother probably won’t let you come out again.’
Adam allowed Tom to induct him into the coat, knowing as she didn’t, that his mother had tried to stop him even from coming at all. Canon Gay then put them both into the car and got into the driver’s seat. ‘Let’s go,’ he said, in response to Tom’s surprised query, ‘It’ll be quicker than walking back,’
Adam snuggled down into the coat as they drove along. It was warmer than his own coat, which was fifth hand, coming down to him from four older brothers. Feeling drowsy, he was woken by loud bangs and shouts, and a wail from Tom. ‘My club! How are we ever going to start again? Everything we had was in there!’
Adam sat up. They were still some distance from the fire, but the flames shot up into the night sky, lighting the area for miles around. The streets were filled with the sound of people rushing to the spot, or calling to one another from doors and windows.

 


#363:  Author: RosieLocation: Huntingdonshire PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 8:45 pm


Hey, the hammering obviously worked! But poor Tom!

 


#364:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 9:02 pm


*offers Lulie some headache pills*


(But don't go thinking you didn't deserve all that hammering! Glad you saw sense and posted some more! Wink )

 


#365:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Sat Apr 03, 2004 12:06 am


Poor Tom!

Thank you Lulie!! More please!!

 


#366:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Sat Apr 03, 2004 8:41 am


TRhank you for that Lulie!!! Laughing

Poor Tom - still I'm sure she'll cope.

 


#367:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Sat Apr 03, 2004 8:49 am


Thanks Lulie!!!! Now I am eagerly awaiting more!!!

 


#368:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Sat Apr 03, 2004 4:57 pm


Please don't leave it there, Lulie!

 


#369:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Sat Apr 03, 2004 11:09 pm


Oh poor Tom! May we have some more please!!!!!!

 


#370:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Sun Apr 04, 2004 10:16 am


Poor Tom! Please don't leave it there!

 


#371:  Author: Catherine_BLocation: Oxford, UK PostPosted: Sun Apr 04, 2004 11:03 am


Yikes! All of Tom's hard work - up in flames Crying or Very sad

 


#372:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2004 5:01 am


Poor Tom! What next for her boys' club?

And whodunnit? Or was it just an unfortunate accident?

 


#373:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2004 1:26 pm


Feeling really sorry for Tom - but know she will be all right in the end.

Thank you Lulie. Hope you can post some more soon.

 


#374:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Tue Apr 06, 2004 12:37 am


Thank you Lulie, poor Tom and her boys Sad All that hard work!

 


#375:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Apr 14, 2004 1:48 pm


*bounce*

Just to bring this back to Lulie's notice if she could post some more it would be much appreciated!!

 


#376:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Wed Apr 14, 2004 4:16 pm


And sending it up to the top again so Lulie HAS to notice it.

 


#377:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2004 12:04 am


bounce
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE

 


#378:  Author: EllieLocation: Lincolnshire PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2004 12:53 am


*Offers profuse thanks to the bouncers - I'd completely missed this*
And more would be appreciated Lulie

 


#379:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2004 10:22 am


Ellie, how will you get into the Olympic team if you don't practise?

 


#380:  Author: MandyLocation: Derry, N.Ireland PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2004 3:10 pm


Thanks for bringing this to the top guys, I'd missed the last two posts.

*starts chanting for more*

 


#381:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Apr 15, 2004 3:19 pm


Even worse - we're all missing the next one!

 


#382:  Author: CazxLocation: Swansea/Bristol PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2004 12:20 pm


Can we find out what happens next please?

 


#383:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2004 1:10 pm


Starting to yell for more!

 


#384:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2004 2:19 pm


megaphone Lulie please? more? now? pretty please?

 


#385:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 20, 2004 1:33 pm


*bounce*

 


#386:  Author: PollyLocation: Essex PostPosted: Tue May 11, 2004 6:55 pm


Lulie, pllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeee can we have some more story! Very Happy

 


#387:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri May 14, 2004 3:33 pm


Wishes that Lulie would finish this shiny drabble.

 


#388:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Fri May 14, 2004 5:27 pm


Yup! More please and soon Lulie!!!

(Hides head before people start reminding me of Calling To Me....)

 


#389:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 9:58 am


I finally heard your pleas (or at least my time management team did - aka plot bunnies)

As they grew closer to the scene Tom was as close as she’d ever been to tears in her life. It was absolute chaos. There were four fire engines sending jets of water onto the flames, people were milling about shouting to one another and, drowning out everything else was the cracking and banging of the fire as it burned joyfully. Tom leapt out of the car and rushed as close as she was allowed to. There was a policeman busy shooing the crowds away, and he came over to where Tom was gazing up at the flames, helplessly. ‘Can you move back please, Madam,’ said the policeman politely, laying a hand on Tom’s arm. She shook it off, impatiently, ‘This is my building!’ she exclaimed, ‘How did it start?’ The policeman looked a little more respectful on hearing that, and shook his head, ‘We don’t know Miss…er…Madam, the fire brigade can’t begin their investigations until the fire’s put out,. Move back please, it’s not safe,’
Tom took precisely one step backwards and continued to watch the flames, her heart sinking and a knot of emotion in her stomach making her feel sick. Canon Gay, having seen Adam to the safe company of two of his brothers, came to join her. Tom was stood, arms folded across her chest, muttering. Canon Gay could have sworn her heard the words ‘Not spineless jellyfish,’ However, as it didn’t make any sense to him, he gently took hold of Tom’s arm, ‘Come on, Tom, come back to the car. We’re rather in the way here, and it will give us somewhere to sit while we make plans,’
Tom allowed herself to be pulled away, her father’s sudden kindness causing a lump to appear in her throat. Fiercely she swallowed it and was almost herself once more by the time she reached the car, which was surrounded by a pack of her boys. The sight of their distraught faces forced Tom to pull herself together and she forced a shadow of her usual grin, ‘Cheer up, lads. This isn’t the end, you know, we’ll just have to start again. It’s not the end of the world, but it will mean some hard work,’
‘But where are we going to hold our meetings?’ demanded Mark, ‘There isn’t anywhere else in this neighbourhood that we can meet at,’
‘There will be. We’ll find it,’ said Tom, grimly, mentally making a note to see her tutors at college about it. There were one or two who were very enthusiastic about her Boy’s Clubs, who she knew would help as much as they could. ‘In the meantime we’ll have to start collecting stuff again. Keep your eyes and ears open for any stuff that’s being chucked out and I’ll have to start writing letters, I suppose.’ Tom heaved a sigh at the thought, she hated writing letters, especially formal ones. Adam reached out and squeezed her arm, ‘Don’t worry, Miss, we’ll help,’ he said. Tom grinned again, looking much more like herself, ‘Thanks,’ suddenly she became the complete Chalet School prefect again, and stood up straight, ‘In the meantime you lot ought to get back to bed. Your mothers will be furious, if they know you’re out, that is. Go on, scram. I don’t want to have to answer to a lot of irate mums in the morning, there’s far too much to do. We’ll meet in the church hall the day after tomorrow, to see what’s what.’
Those whose mothers didn’t know they were out of bed scattered almost before she had finished speaking, while the others went off more slowly, thinking hard. They were all very fond of Tom, and very upset over the destruction of their club building. They would do everything they could to set things up again. Tom watched them go, then suddenly turned to her father, ‘Come on, Dad. It’s late, and we’ve both got to be up in the morning. I’ll go and give my name and address to that policeman and then we can go home to bed.’

 


#390:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 1:00 pm


Hooray, more drabble. Thank Lulie. Hope that Tom manages to sort things out and that the policemen find out why the hut burnt down...

 


#391:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 3:57 pm


Thank you for that. Lulie. I thought you'd abandoned it.

 


#392:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 5:02 pm


Jennie wrote:
Thank you for that. Lulie. I thought you'd abandoned it.


Not I, just RL got in the way. Why do you think Joey couldn't write and teach at the same time? Razz

 


#393:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 5:07 pm


I ought to have known, sorry.

 


#394:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 5:27 pm


'S'alright, Jennie. I won't send you to see the prefects this time!!! In fact I may post a soupcon more before I go and make tea. (at least I will when I've finished writing it) Wink

 


#395:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 5:29 pm


The next morning, at a slightly later than usual breakfast, Tom and Canon Gay told Mrs. Gay of the night’s events. She was as shocked and horrified as the rest of them. ‘But that’s terrible!’ she exclaimed, ‘Who could have done such a dreadful thing?’
Tom and Canon Gay stared at her. They hadn’t thought of the fire as anything but an accident. The thought that it could be deliberate hadn’t even crossed their minds. ‘Perhaps we ought to wait until the police or the fire brigade get back to us,’ said Canon Gay, eventually, ‘They’ll be able to tell us if it was an accident or not,’
‘But who would set it on fire deliberately?’ asked Tom, her knife dripping butter onto her table napkin, ‘If it was, I mean?’
‘Have you got any enemies, or anybody that bears a grudge against you?
‘Not that I know of,’ Tom shook her head, looking bemused, ‘It must have been an accident, I can’t think of any reason why somebody would do something like that deliberately,’
Their questions were soon to be answered. Breakfast over, the Canon had gone to his office and Tom was helping her mother to wash up before she left for college. She had already rung ahead and explained that she would be late that day, and was with a heavy heart she settled down with a book and her scribbler to make notes on the lecture topic that she would be missing. The policeman had promised her that a representative would call round that morning, but had been unable to state a time. Tom hated waiting, and she was alert to every passing thing, with the result that she didn’t take much in of her reading and her notes were pitifully bald, meaning that she had some catching up to do when the time came to finish the required assignment.
Eventually, just as Tom felt she must run round to the police station herself, there came the expected knock at the door. Tom shut up her books while Mrs. Gay went to answer the door and show the investigating officer into the drawing room. Seated in the drawing room, which was as pretty as Mrs. Gay could make it, the officer twisted his hat round in his hands. He hated getting this duty, and it always seemed to fall to him! Still, at least nobody was dead, that was a worse job. Both Tom and Mrs. Gay sat opposite him, looking nervous but expectant. ‘I’m afraid the fire was set deliberately,’ said the policeman, briskly and to the point. Tom went white, and said nothing. Mrs. Gay glanced at her daughter’s face, and did all the talking. ‘Do you know who did it?’
‘I’m afraid not, Mrs. Gay. Perhaps Miss Gay has some ideas?’
Tom, still unable to speak, shook her head. Anger was churning its way through her and she was afraid to open her mouth, afraid of what might come out of it. The policeman, experienced at reading people, saw this, and got up. ‘I’m very sorry that this has happened, Miss Gay. We will, of course do everything we can to find out who has done this. Arson is a very serious crime. In the meantime, if any information comes your way, please don’t hesitate to contact us,’
Mrs. Gay got up to show the man out, and as they left the room, Tom managed to collect herself together enough to jerk out a terse ‘Thank you,’
Mrs. Gay, coming back into the drawing room, felt almost frightened at the look on Tom’s face. She had never seen such anger before, and it looked even more unnerving on Tom as she was such an equable person as a rule, rarely out of temper. However, she recognised that Tom was better left alone, and said in an even a voice as possible, ‘I’d better go and see if I can catch the butcher before he closes, or there’ll be no meat for supper tonight. I won’t be long, I may see you when I get back, unless you’ve gone to college by then. Bye,’
As soon as she had closed the front door behind her, Tom let her guard down. Heaving herself out of her chair, she gave way to a noise midway between a scream and a yell, only stopping when she ran out of breath. Then her knees suddenly gave way under her and she dropped to the floor, burying her head in the sofa cushions and, for the first time that she could remember, Tom burst into tears.

 


#396:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 6:23 pm


Oh poor Tom! The idea had crossed my mind that it might be arson, but I have no idea who. Is it someone who disapproves of what she's doing with the boys?

Very well written Lulie, Tom's reaction was realistic.

 


#397:  Author: KatLocation: Swansea PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 6:25 pm


Poor Tom Sad I hope they catch whoever did it Evil or Very Mad

Btw, ta Lulie!

 


#398:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 8:15 pm


Laughing Thanks Lulie!

Crying or Very sad Poor Tom!

Rolling Eyes More please! (Did you expect anything else?)

 


#399:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 8:38 pm


Lulie - I'm so pleased to have this back - although I would have preferred it to be an accident rather than arson - however............

 


#400:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 10:09 pm


Dawn, I was going to make it an accident, but the plot bunnies wouldn't let me. They almost chewed all ten toes off when I tried!

Now don't you want to know who did it and why? devil

 


#401:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 10:28 pm


Lulie wrote:
Now don't you want to know who did it and why? devil

Here's the last little bit that I've written. Enjoy it, I'm having an early night as I have to go to work tomorrow to be trained how to suck mucus out of a person's throat. Lovely, I don't think! (I don't do things coming out of mouths. The other end, I don't bat an eyelid. Vomit or snot - bleurgh!!!

The storm was soon over, and feeling much better for it Tom went upstairs and washed her face and hands, brushed her hair and changed her frock for the slacks and shirt that she generally wore to college. Then, after a quick cup of coffee and a glance in the mirror, to make sure there were no tearstains, Tom left the house and headed towards the bus stop. It was lunchtime when she reached the college, so Tom headed straight for the canteen, meeting Eve and Jonathan; two of her friends, in the doorway. They had heard about the fire and were full of sympathy. In fact, Tom reflected, the whole college seemed to have heard about the fire and her connection with the building. People she didn’t know, as well as friends and acquaintances came and commiserated with her all the time the three of them were sat eating their lunch. Tom told Eve and Jonathan what the police had said as they were walking to their afternoon lecture. Both were not too surprised, ‘Look at the area it’s in,’ said Jonathan, ‘it’s not exactly prosperous is it? It’ll be some kid thinking he’s big and clever,’
‘I don’t know,’ said Tom, ‘if that’s the case then he’ll be caught pretty quickly. All my boys come from that area, and they’re immensely proud of the club. Anybody who tries to spoil it gets short shrift and a punch in the face from the rest of them,’
‘You think it’s personal then?’ asked Eve, flinging her long, loose hair back into Jonathan’s face. Both girls ignored his splutters and looked seriously at one another, ‘I’m trying not to think so,’ said Tom, at last, ‘but if it is personal, against me, then he’s the only one I can think of with the sick and twisted mind to do such a thing?’
‘Who? What?’ wailed Jonathan, confused, ‘What are you two talking about?’

 


#402:  Author: catherineLocation: York PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 10:37 pm


Thanks Lulie - but we could have done without the extra bit of info you gave us to start with!!! Wink

 


#403:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 06, 2004 10:54 pm


But I do like to share, Catherine Kiss

 


#404:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 12:09 am


Great to see this back Lulie! (and thanks SO much for sharing the snot anecdote.......) Rolling Eyes

 


#405:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 6:14 am


Thanks for that Lulie - and as soon as you've worked out who 'he' is we'd really like to know!

 


#406:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 9:14 am


I know exactly who 'he' is, but I just have to write it. I'll do my best to post it today, but there's a chore I must do first (called 'work' Sad )

 


#407:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 10:53 am


Poor Lulie having to work!!! Wink

Thank you for that, v intrigued as to who 'he' is.

 


#408:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 10:57 am


Lulie, I see that you're still excellent at leaving us all on tenterhooks! Great posts, too!

 


#409:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 12:09 pm


Lulie wrote:
Dawn, I was going to make it an accident, but the plot bunnies wouldn't let me. They almost chewed all ten toes off when I tried!

Now don't you want to know who did it and why? devil



I'd rather have you with toes than without Very Happy

Thanks very much and yes I would like to know when you get back from w**k - hope the first part wasn't too yucky. My mum as a physio in the 1940's used to do the mucus sucking out stuff herself ie they didn't have any machines to help with it so that must have been really foul Shocked

 


#410:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 1:17 pm


Celebrations, everybody. I don't have to go to work, the training has been cancelled (the nurse who was coming to do it was denied permission to train us by her bosses - end of a long story, let me know if you want to hear it). I was texted as I was waiting for the bus, so only had a two minute walk home again! Dawn, my sincerest commiserations and sympathy to your mum. We made enough fuss about doing it with a machine. There would have been a full scale riot if we'd had to do it by hand, as it were. Anyway, it's given me some time to write more, do enjoy.

They reached the lecture theatre at that point, so Tom merely shook her head and joined the crowds streaming into the building. Eve mouthed ‘Later,’ and followed her, leaving Jonathan to tag along behind, his imagination working overtime. After the lecture Jonathan, who was taller and more solidly built than Tom, grabbed her shoulder with one hand and Eve’s arm with the other and marched them off to the nearest café that was relatively student free. ‘Now,’ he demanded, after ordering coffee for all three, ‘you two can just tell me what’s going on?’
‘Beg pardon?’ Tom looked fogged, her mind still on the lecture and the previous conversation forgotten. Jonathan swiftly reminded her, and almost wished he hadn’t when the unhappy look crept back into Tom’s eyes, ‘I’d almost forgotten that,’ she said ‘nothing’s really going on. All Eve and I were discussing was the possibility of who could have set my boy’s club on fire. It probably was some kid messing about and trying to be clever,’
‘And the rest!’ Jonathan wasn’t fooled by Tom’s words. Her tone gave away more. Eve pushed Tom’s coffee in front of her, ‘Go on, Tom. Tell him, he may be able to help and you said yourself that we couldn’t keep it from Jonathan for long. He’ll find out eventually, he’s bound to,’
‘And having said all that, somebody’s got to tell me something,’ replied Jonathan, ‘so you may as well do it now, before I expire messily all over the floor from sheer curiosity,’
Jonathan’s light-hearted way of dealing with things helped Tom to gather her scattered thoughts. She gave her coffee a final vigorous stir and glanced up at her friends. ‘You remember when we first started in September there was a big gang of us used to hang round together? One of them, Simon Radcliffe, do you remember him?’
‘Didn’t he get asked to leave?’
‘That’s the one. Well, it was partly my fault that he was chucked out. He kept pestering me to go out with him, and to spend all my time with him, go with him to lectures and stuff and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was simply not interested…’
‘I’m not surprised, he was a right creep,’ interrupted Jonathan.
‘That’s one word for him,’ said Eve, ‘I’d use another, but then you’d tell me off for swearing!’
Tom grinned at a sudden memory of Miss Annersley “having words” with Tom over her slang. What she’d make of some of the language used by her fellow students just wasn’t worth thinking about! Taking a gulp of coffee, Tom swallowed and carried on, ‘Anyway, he then started trying to make me skip lectures. I’m not a swot, but I’ve come here to learn, so I may as well make the most of it. Again, he had trouble with my refusals, and he started to get quite nasty. He was just always there, near me, but he’d stopped being nice – slimy nice, I mean; and was downright malicious. He’d never say anything when I was with other people, but I could feel him looking at me and he’d whisper things when I walked past him, and if I was on my own he’d make spiteful comments. It was horrible and I just couldn’t get rid of him. I was trying to set up the boy’s club at the time, and you know how much of a hassle that was to start with, with all the funding rows and finding somewhere to hold it and so on. He just didn’t help, and I couldn’t take any more of it, so I went to see Dr. Lawson. He, of course had noticed that something was going on…’
‘There isn’t much he doesn’t notice,’ muttered Eve ‘he’s worse than the prefects at my old school,’
‘Mine too,’ agreed Tom, ‘but he was marvellous. I thought I’d get sent off with a flea in my ear, but he actually listened and took in what I was saying. Apparently I wasn’t the only female student who was having to put up with Simon and his oozing ways.’
‘So what did he do then?’
‘Nothing, immediately. But he was aware of what was going on, and kept a very close eye on him and his activities. I swear that man was a detective before he came here! Anyway, the upshot of it was that he caught Simon threatening me, hoicked him into his office and got him chucked out of college, telling him he ought to be lucky that nobody was going to press criminal charges.’
‘Blimey! And to think I was nice to him as well,’ was Jonathan’s response to all this, ‘So you think it was him that set the fire then?’
‘No, but if it was set deliberately against me, then he’s the only person that I can think of that would do something like that. When Dr. Lawson caught him, he’d just been threatening to ruin my life, so it kind of fits, if your mind works that way,’
‘Have you seen him since? Simon, I mean. Or heard from him?’ asked Eve. Tom shook her head, ‘Not a dickey-bird. That’s why I don’t think it’s him; he’s the kind who’d like to make me squirm, who couldn’t resist bragging about it to somebody. And,’ she turned to Jonathan, ‘don’t even think about suggesting I tell the police about all this. I’ve no proof, and he may have been a toad, but I’m not going to get him into trouble. It will only give him more ammunition against me, and once of that was enough, thank you,’
Jonathan, who had been going to make that very suggestion, shrugged and drained his coffee. Setting his cup on the table, he dug in his pocket for some coins and put them next to the cup, ‘Listen, I’ve an idea that may help you, Tom. I can’t tell you now, I’ve got to work on it, but I’ll get back to you when I’m ready. I promise it’s got nothing to do with the police, or anything like that, so don’t get worried. I’m really sorry that this had to happen to you, Tom. Your club sounds great, and if there’s anything I can do to help there, give me a shout. Anyway, I’ll see you both in Thursday’s lecture, unless I catch you before. Bye for now.’ Knowing Tom wasn’t a huggy kind of girl, he shook her hand, hugged Eve and left the café. Frowning both girls finished their coffee, paid and left. ‘I’d love to know what he’s up to,’ said Eve, as they made their way back to the college, ‘I don’t like it when he rushes off to think up ideas!’
‘I’d just like to know what it is,’ returned Tom, gloomily, ‘I don’t have a good feeling about this,’
‘Oh don’t worry, Jonathan won’t do anything horrid, not to you. Come on, I’ll come home with you and we can go and investigate what can be done to resurrect this club of yours,’

 


#411:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 2:31 pm


Wonderful! Lulie I'm so pleased they canceled your training Laughing does that mean you'll have to do it some other time?

Simon does not sound a pleeasent charater at all, but is he nasty enough to have done this to Tom?

 


#412:  Author: RobinLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 3:37 pm


hee hee I actually know someone called Simon Radcliffe! although he's quite normal.
Is yours based on anyone real Wink Wink
he sounds a bit deranged

 


#413:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 4:37 pm


Robin wrote:
hee hee I actually know someone called Simon Radcliffe! although he's quite normal.
Is yours based on anyone real Wink Wink
he sounds a bit deranged


Laughing Laughing No, he isn't based on anybody real - not that I know anyway. I just dislike the name Simon (it has unpleasant associations for me Evil or Very Mad ) and Radcliffe sounded good as a surname! I'm sure your Simon is lovely - pass on my apologies for pinching his name Razz

 


#414:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 6:00 pm


Very, very interesting! Thanks Lulie - oh and I mentioned that you may not have known who had torched the club because that's sometimes how I work - I'll write a huge cliff but have no idea how it will resolve - I just wait for inspiration! Laughing

 


#415:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 7:25 pm


Me too Lesley - I'm awaiting inspiration as we speak. The pbs seem to be on a tea-break. I usually write a major cliff with little or no idea of What Happens Next. I thought that this time you might all prefer small, readable chunks instead of one big lump! Twisted Evil

 


#416:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 7:58 pm


How many more write cliffs like that? Twisted Evil
*Admits to doing the same!!*

 


#417:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 07, 2004 8:50 pm


Gives a little extra spice when everyone is clamouring for more - and you have no idea!!!

If you ask Rachael she'll probably be able to tell you that, in Real Chalet School itself - I had absolutely no idea how everyone was going to escape until just before that weekend! I knew how Hilda was getting out - just not everyone else!! Laughing

 


#418:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 9:56 am


NOW she tells us!

 


#419:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 10:52 am


Lesley wrote:
Gives a little extra spice when everyone is clamouring for more - and you have no idea!!!

If you ask Rachael she'll probably be able to tell you that, in Real Chalet School itself - I had absolutely no idea how everyone was going to escape until just before that weekend! I knew how Hilda was getting out - just not everyone else!! Laughing


Lol!!! Why am I not surprised? Would you admit it if it was the same this time too? Twisted Evil

 


#420:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 11:12 am


Eve accompanied Tom the day after the fire, raking through the ashes to see if anything had survived. Not a lot had, and most of it was too bent and blackened to be of much use. By the time the girls had finished they were left with a metal file, a cup and a box of melted tin soldiers. Over the next few days Tom began to realise just how many friends and supporters she had. People would bring her odd bits and pieces that they had found hiding in sheds or garages, tins of paint and old but serviceable tools were left on the doorstep. By the time Thursday arrived there was a ever growing pile of things in the Gay’s garden shed and the boot room. Mrs. Gay was beginning to wonder where on earth they’d fit any more. Neither Tom nor Eve had heard anything from Jonathan and Tom, for one, spent odd minutes wondering what he was up to. To their disappointment and surprise he wasn’t at the lecture that morning. As Jonathan was usually a fairly reliable student, more than one person commented on his absence. Making various excuses to friends, Tom and Eve made their way to the main building to look in their pigeonholes. Each student was assigned a pigeonhole at the beginning of their course, so that any messages or work could be left there and the sender knew it would be received promptly. Tom had a single envelope, addressed to her in Jonathan’s rather sprawly hand. Ripping it open she read it to Eve. ‘Meet me in The Singing Kettle at 12.30pm, J.’
‘Well, that doesn’t tell us much,’ said Eve, reaching once more into Tom’s pigeonhole and pulling out a second, very white, very square envelope.
‘That’s so we’ll go, he knows we’re dying to know what he’s up to,’ replied Tom, pulling a face at the handwriting on the second envelope, addressed formally to ‘Miss L. Gay,’
Eve peeked round her arm, to see what had caused such an expression. ‘What have you done to be addressed so formally by Dr. Lawson?’ she asked, teasingly.
‘Haven’t a clue, ‘replied Tom, tearing at the envelope and scanning its contents.
‘What does the ‘L’ stand for anyway?’
‘Lucinda,’ replied Tom, absently, forgetting that she’d vowed never to let on what her real name was. Eve, who had known this, grinned to herself at catching the normally alert Tom out. Outwardly she said, ‘It could be worse. My sister’s called Lucinda, but we always call her Lucy. Mind you,’ she studied Tom carefully, and suddenly giggled, ‘anything less like a Lucinda I’ve yet to see, I’m not surprised you keep it quiet and go by Tom. Don’t you worry, I won’t tell anybody; not a soul. What does Dr. Lawson want?’
Tom, realising she’d been caught, had gone rather pink, but she replied to the question in her usual manner, ‘He wants to see me, once we’ve seen Jonathan. Now I definitely want to know what that man is up to.’
‘Who, Dr. Lawson?’
‘No, you idiot! Jonathan. Come on, let’s go, we’ll be early but that doesn’t matter,’
‘Oh great, sandwiches. I’m starving,’ Jonathan plonked himself into the remaining seat and grinned at the two girls. Tom pulled the plate away from him and smiled sweetly, ‘How’s Dr. Lawson?’ she asked.
‘You got his note then?’ Jonathan reached out a long arm and picked up a sandwich, biting into it. ‘I’ve found him,’ he added, his dramatic statement rather spoilt by the fact that his mouth was half full.
‘Found who?’
‘Simon. Ed Kerr’s parents live down the street from Simon’s parents. He, Ed that is, says that Simon’s gone back home and doesn’t seem to be doing very much. He’s got a job in a shop and is very disgruntled with life in general. Apparently his father went through the roof when he was chucked out of college and refused to keep him, so he’s had to get a job while he decides what to do next. Ed said he wouldn’t put it past Simon to torch your place, he’s the kind who would do something nasty like that, and he ought to know; he’s known him since they were kids. Ed, by the way, said he’d help as much has he could, just let him know how. He likes you, you know,’
Tom looked extremely startled and alarmed at this statement. Jonathan grinned, ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. As a friend, I mean. Lots of people do, you know. You’d be surprised at how many people want to help, but they just don’t know how.’
Tom went pink at this. She’d already been inundated with offers of help, but she still hadn’t found anywhere that could be used to house the boy’s club and that was her main priority. She said as much to Jonathan, who looked glum. ‘I know, it’s amazing how many empty buildings there are, until you need one,’
‘But what are we going to do about Simon?’ demanded Eve, ‘we can’t just go and demand a confession. He’d deny it until he was blue in the face.’
‘Whoa! Hang on a minute, how do we know it was him in the first place?’ said Tom, ‘I know he seems like the prime suspect from our point of view, but who’s to say that he is?’
‘He is, I just know it. Ed and I are going to do some detective work just to make sure. You don’t mind me co-opting him in, do you?’
‘Would it matter if we did?’ was Eve’s tart response ‘you seem to have it all worked out anyway. We’ll just stay here, like good little girls and wait your fait accomplait, oh great Sherlock!’
‘Well I will if you’re…,’ began Jonathan, heatedly.
‘Oh don’t argue, you two,’ interrupted Tom, ‘Jonathan, you go and do whatever it is you’re set on doing, just remember not to drag me into it. I have to go and see Dr. Lawson,’
With that she got up and strode off, leaving the other two to stare after her rather guiltily.


I would imagine most people who wrote C&D work like that, for at least some part of their writing! *gazes forlornly over cliff edge*

 


#421:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 11:56 am


Hmmmm! So Lulie does that mean you don't know whats going to happen next!

Hope Jonathan isn't going to do anything stupid and that he and Eve can help Tom sort things out!

 


#422:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 2:29 pm


Would I ever give my secrets away, Nell? Mebbes I do and mebbes I don't Wink

 


#423:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 2:42 pm


Tease Razz I look forward to seeing more when its written! Wink

 


#424:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 5:26 pm


Thank you Lulie!!!! Very Happy
Love Tom's slip over her name, by the way!

 


#425:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 8:57 pm


Thank you Lulie! Laughing

 


#426:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 10:05 pm


‘Ah, there you are Tom. Have you had some lunch?’
‘Yes, thank you, sir,’ replied Tom, sitting in the chair that Dr. Lawson had quickly cleared for her, wondering why he was beaming at her in such a way. ‘Well,’ Dr. Lawson leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair, ‘I won’t keep you in suspense for long, as I imagine you’re dying to know why I asked to see you. I do believe I’ve found a new building for you to hold your boy’s club in. It’s not too far from the present one… where it was, I should say. I’m teaching all afternoon, but if you like I can meet you here when I’ve finished and we can go and look at it together. It’s entirely up to you whether you accept it or not, you know best what kind of space you need. What do you think?’
Tom couldn’t speak at first, but her expression said it all. Her eyes were shining and her face glowing. Finally she managed to choke out, ‘That’s…wonderful! I…I don’t know what to say,’
‘How about that you’ll meet me here at 3.30pm?’
How Tom got out of the room she never could remember, but she found herself racing back to The Singing Kettle at top speed, hoping that Jonathan and Eve were still there. They were, having been joined by Ed. The three of them were busily discussing what to do next, with regards to Tom when she burst in and shocked the clientele by skidding to a stop by their table, only prevented from falling by the chair that was there. She sat down with a bump and gasped her news out breathlessly. Eve shrieked and hugged her, Jonathan exclaimed loudly and slapped her on the back, and even Ed; who tended towards shyness, shook her hand rather too vigorously. When they’d remembered where they were and settled down into decorum they found the waitress gazing down at them rather haughtily. ‘Was there anything more that you wanted?’
‘Yes please,’ said Tom, impulsively, ‘Can we have coffee for four and a plate of cakes?’
‘Tom!’ hissed Eve, when the waitress had gone.
Tom waved a hand at her, ‘Don’t argue, I’m celebrating. You didn’t have to be back for anything, did you, Ed?’
‘Er…no,’
‘Not now, anyway,’ added Jonathan, with a grin.

Tom duly accompanied Dr. Lawson to view the potential building, an old church hall. It was smaller than the old place had been and they would have to use some of the inside rooms for storage, rather than having a separate storage shed, but as Tom pointed out there was still plenty of space and a room that had been fitted up as a kitchen when the hall was built. ‘It doesn’t really need that much doing to it, really only cleaning and ripping up some of the old lino, and fitting out a room as a place that the boys can relax in. I’ll have to see if I can persuade an electrician to come and wire up whichever room we choose. The boys had a radio in there, and it was always switched on.’
‘Super! That’s sorted then,’ Dr. Lawson looked dubious at the mention of the radio, but soon regained his usual cheerful expression. ‘I’ll get on the phone tonight, and we can arrange to go and sort all the official business out whenever you’re free next.’
‘I don’t have anything on tomorrow afternoon,’ said Tom, after thinking over her timetable, ‘or Monday morning,’
‘Excellent, I’ll make some arrangements and leave you a note in your pigeonhole. Now, lets see about getting you home,’
The next few weeks were busy ones for Tom. As well as her college work she was occupied with setting the new building to rights. All her boys pitched in and helped when they weren’t occupied with school or chores. One of the fathers, who was an electrician, offered to check the wiring and refused to take payment when Tom brought the subject up. Jonathan and Ed came along whenever possible to help rip up flooring and paint walls. Eve, who announced that she was ‘useless at all that sort of thing,’ became mysterious with a tape measure, notepad and pencil. She arrived with her arms full of curtains and cushions when the decorating was almost finished, resulting in the common room and kitchen looking quite homely when she’d arranged things to her liking. ‘I say,’ said Tom, when called to inspect the two rooms, ‘Eve, you’re a miracle!’
‘Well, I can’t see you thinking about curtains and things! It was the least I could do, considering I don’t know one end of a spanner from the other,’ Eve looked rather embarrassed by Tom’s uncharacteristic outward enthusiasm. Tom, usually so tactless, saw this and changed the subject as quickly as decency would allow.

Once the club was back in the swing of things again Tom began to feel better in herself. She forgot about Simon and Jonathan’s mysterious plans to “catch him” and threw herself into things again. She was busy working on her doll’s house one evening, keeping an eye on the boy’s who were helping with various parts of it, when a voice said, shyly, ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’
‘Ed!’ exclaimed Tom, surprised, ‘I didn’t know this was your kind of thing,’
‘Oh, I used to make a lot of models and stuff as a kid, but I’ve lapsed in recent years. Helping you with this made me decide I should take it up again, if you’ll let me help, that is?’
‘We’re always glad of an extra pair of hands. Here, can you hold these bits together while I put the screws in?'


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#427:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 10:07 pm


There won't be much more over the next few days, I'm afraid. I'm going on an activity day in the Lakes tomorrow, in the name of staff development Shocked Shocked . Also, my aunt is coming over for the weekend, so I may not have much computer time Sad I'll do my best, though. The plot bunnies have got me well and truly cornered *eeebles*

 


#428:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Jul 08, 2004 10:13 pm


Thanks for the latest Lulie - looking forward to more when you can produce! Laughing

Enjoy the Lake District!

 


#429:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Fri Jul 09, 2004 1:28 pm


Yay for more Tom Very Happy

Thank you Lulie, enjoy the Lake District!

 


#430:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jul 09, 2004 1:51 pm


Thanks Lulie, enjoy the Lake District.

 


#431:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Sat Jul 10, 2004 2:10 am


*amazed by Dr. Lawson's offer*
*hopes Jonathan & Ed keep Simon away from the new building* (dramatically, if necessary)
ROFL Lucinda

 


#432:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Mon Jul 12, 2004 8:33 pm


I'm back! (technically I haven't really been away!) The jolly jaunt to the Lakes was fun, though I'm a little upset that nobody ever saw fit to tell me that I have muscles in my calves, knees, bum, shoulders, stomach... I could have done with some of Matey's lotion on Friday and Saturday, I can tell you! However a full recovery has been made and a small advance has been made on The Drabble. So without further ado here it is.....

Ed found himself going to the boy’s club more and more often. He’d originally thought to be a missionary in China or Africa, but found more and more that he was thinking about staying at home in England, to work locally. ‘Ed’s spending rather a lot of time at Tom’s boy’s club,’ Jonathan remarked to Eve one morning. ‘So?’ was Eve’s response, ‘He’s very good with the kids, you know and he enjoys woodwork and stuff. Have you seen any of his work? It’s marvellous, almost as good as Tom’s.’
‘No, I haven’t actually. But he didn’t help before all this fire business, did he?’
‘Jonathan Ellis! You aren’t suggesting that Ed has a crush on Tom, are you? I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life!’
‘Why is it ridiculous? Tom may be rather...unique, but she’s still a girl, and a very nice one at that!’
‘Lots of girls have male friends these days; there’s nothing fishy about it at all. What about you? You’re her friend, and mine come to that. Do you have designs on one of us?’
Jonathan snorted, ‘Talk sense, of course not!’
‘There you go then. Anyway, I help Tom a fair bit myself,’
‘You! But you say you’re no good at that sort of thing,’
‘I’m not, but there are some girls that want to help too, with these dolls houses that they’re making, so I’m helping them with all the furnishings. It’s quite good fun really, and the kids are all really nice. You should try it, for experience. It may help you in the future,’
‘It may,’ agreed Jonathan, reluctantly, ‘I can’t see how I can help though. Woodwork isn’t really my cup of tea,’
‘Sewing and stuff isn’t really mine, but it happens to be something that I can do reasonably well. Have a think and come along one evening,’
‘Mmmm.’ Jonathan scratched his chin, and changed an uncomfortable subject as quickly as he could. ‘I’ve found Simon, by the way,’
‘I thought you’d done that ages ago,’
‘I had, I mean I’ve found out where he works. Ed wasn’t sure, but I had a scout around and he’s at Mayhew’s’
‘What, that gentlemen’s outfitters near the station?’
‘That’s the place. It’s a good job I can’t afford their prices, or I may have got a nasty shock when I was doing my shopping! Anyway, I’m thinking about going in there for a little chat with our Mr. Radcliffe,’
‘Jonathan,’
‘Don’t worry; I’m not going to march in there accusing him from the rooftops. I’ll be discreet,’
‘You? Discreet! Well, make sure you’re discreet with Tom as well. She won’t be too pleased that you’re trying to fix her up!’
‘Fix up Tom? With you on my back about it? I’d rather do battle with an army of Hottentots thank you. And that goes for fixing up you as well, before you go making any more wild threats!’
‘OK, OK, I’ll forgive you, you old romantic, you,’ Eve held up her hands, laughing, ‘Come on, we’ll be late and then you’ll have Tom on your back as well,’

 


#433:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Mon Jul 12, 2004 9:29 pm


*sighs*
I caught up at last and it's as riveting as I remembered!

I do hope Jonathan isn't going to put his foot in it - or get out of his depth Shocked

How nice that Tom's work is finding help!

 


#434:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 5:19 am


Thank you Lulie! Very interesting - did we ever hear if Tom settled down with anyone?

 


#435:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 4:07 pm


Thanks, Lulie, I'm enjoying this.

 


#436:  Author: LauraLocation: London (ish) PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 4:49 pm


Yes me too! Although I'd enjoy more even more... Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy

 


#437:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 10:09 pm


*looks suitably pretty and shy* *thinks 'who are you kidding?' and posts a weeny bit more...*

 


#438:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 10:10 pm


red with embarrassment. I forgot to paste the next bit on the bottom of my last post Embarassed Embarassed

Primrose Day gazed round the large hall, impressed with all she saw. ‘I say, Tom, this is amazing,’ she said, ‘you must have worked like Trojans to get the place into shape. I felt awful when I heard about the fire, you’d put so much of yourself into the old place. I wanted to come and help somehow, but I couldn’t get away from work, we were frantically busy and Dad wouldn’t give me time off. But I don’t think I was really needed, judging by what I see,’
‘Oh we’d have found something for you to do, Prim, don’t you worry,’ Tom led the way into the kitchen, where Ed, Eve and a small group of boys and girls were gathered. It was Saturday afternoon, and very quiet at the club. Most of the boys had accompanied fathers, uncles and brothers to the football. Primrose had come to pay Tom a visit for the weekend, and insisted on being taken to the club for a look round. Tom introduced her to the others, and after some polite conversation Eve and some of the girls took “Miss Day” to see their work for the dolls houses, leaving Tom and Ed to help Adam and Mark with some knotty technique problem that they were having. When Primrose and the girls had finished, the girls went back into the kitchen to make tea for their visitor, while Eve and Primrose wandered into the main hall where the woodwork equipment was set up. Eve was ahead of the guest and, on hearing her stop, turned to see what was the matter. She was just in time to catch an astounded expression appear fleetingly on Primrose’s face, before she recovered herself and smiled brightly at Eve. ‘Is there anything I can do to help while I’m here?’ she asked, ‘I don’t feel quite right being treated as an honoured guest,’
‘I don’t know, we’d better ask Tom. She knows what needs doing. When it comes to all this, I’m quite happy to take orders myself! Tom?’
‘Oh, hello. Have you finished?’ Tom looked up from the paint catalogues that she had been studying closely with Ed.
‘The girls are just making tea,’ explained Eve ‘Miss Day was…’
‘Primrose, please,’ interrupted that young lady. Eve grinned, she hated being ‘Miss’ herself. ‘Primrose was just asking if there was anything that she could do while she was here,’
‘I don’t know, probably,’ was Tom’s response. She slid off the table she’d been sitting on, ‘Let’s go and have that tea and I’ll think,’
Sitting round the large kitchen table, tea was a riotous meal. It was to prove more so when the front door banged open, then shut and Jonathan could be heard calling urgently for Tom.

 


#439:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 10:18 pm


*Grumbles* Everywhere I go, it's cliffs, cliffs and more cliffs - except when it's slightly mysterious mentions like 'an astounded expression appeared fleetingly'

How am I supposed to get a good night's sleep with all these drabbles to worry about?

Really though, Lulie, it's fascinating to see Tom in her new life and with friends of both sexes and developing. Great!

 


#440:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 10:28 pm


Poor old PatMac *pats Pat on head* (no pun intended)

How do you think us poor drabble writers cope with the plot bunnies nibbling at various parts of our anatomies day and night? Anyway, cliffs can make for some stunning scenery Wink

 


#441:  Author: PatMacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Jul 13, 2004 10:41 pm


Lulie wrote:
Anyway, cliffs can make for some stunning scenery Wink


Not from half way down at terminal velocity they don't Shocked

 


#442:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 7:42 am


I like cliffs! (That's a surprise isn't it?)

Thanks Lulie!

 


#443:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 10:06 am


I quite like cliffs too...though sometimes I wonder why when I go tumbling over another one!!!

So Lulie...Tom and Ed???? Was that the reason for the astounded expression???

And what has Jonathan been up to?

 


#444:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 12:32 pm


Stop tormenting us, Lulie.

 


#445:  Author: Lulie forgetting to logon PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 3:31 pm


Toment, me? Cliffs, me? *equips all potential cliffs with abseil ropes and a qualified instructor to...persuade...all CBBers over the edge!*

Tom bounded to her feet and managed to catch Jonathan in the doorway, pushing him into the common room. Eve, Ed and a wildly curious Primrose followed her. The children had been told to stay where they were, in a tone of voice that nobody knew Ed could produce, and none of them dared to disobey!
‘I hope I haven’t dropped you in it, Tom,’ Jonathan was saying, as Primrose shut the door, ‘I went to see Simon; you remember I said I’d found out where he works? He’s still rather bitter over having to leave college, and blames you for most of it. I know, I know! If he hadn’t have been such a creep, you would never have gone to Dr. Lawson, and he wouldn’t have had to leave. Unfortunately he doesn’t see it in quite the same way,’
‘He wouldn’t,’ interrupted Ed, ‘He’s the kind who will blame everyone and anyone for his own mistakes, even if he’s been caught red-handed. I know, I’ve been there, and it’s not a nice place to be! You didn’t mention Tom’s name, did you?’
‘Well, I had to really. I’d gone in on the pretext of buying a tie for Dad’s birthday and I thought I was chattering away aimlessly, only I’ve got a feeling that I’m not as good at it as some people are. I was just telling him of various people that he’d known at college, Tom being one of them, and I – innocently, I thought – mentioned the fire,’
‘And?’ demanded Tom, impatiently, ‘Stop prevaricating, Jonathan. I do want to know whether I can sleep safe at nights, or not,’
‘I…well he did look rather pleased when he heard you’d lost everything and…I suppose it was probably more my tone than what I actually said, but he’s now under the impression that I’m rushing around telling everybody he did it,’
‘Oh, Jonathan,’ sighed Eve, despairingly, ‘I did warn you!’
‘I know,’ Jonathan looked so unhappy that nobody had the heart to say very much to him. Tom swallowed what she really wanted to tell her friend and said instead, ‘Tell you what, I’ll go and see him, and put him straight on the facts,’
‘I wouldn’t do that,’ said Ed, ‘It will only make things worse,’
‘Bloody hell,’ was Jonathan’s response, as he put his head in his hands. They all sat silently, thinking, when they heard a sudden scream from the kitchen.

 


#446:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 4:13 pm


and as for that cliff.....Lulie come back and post the next part!!!!

 


#447:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 4:18 pm


Yeah! Another cliff! Laughing

 


#448:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 4:57 pm


*scowls at all the cliff drabblers!* Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad

 


#449:  Author: KirstyLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 5:00 pm


Lulie!!! So many cliffs, big & small!

Come back and post the next bit!

*on a slightly calmer note* I've just read the whole 23 pages (quite a feat for someone who rarely visits C&D) and am really enjoying this. I'm shocking with the "what happened next to people", and the CS has so many opportunities to do this with the minor characters.
And Tom (and Bride's group of friends) have always been a favourite of mine, so I'm glad that someone is writing about them.

 


#450:  Author: Kathy_SLocation: midwestern US PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 5:03 pm


Cliffs and more cliffs!
(Still dangling over Prim's astounded expression, and wondering whether it's to do with Ed, for example.)

 


#451:  Author: KirstyLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 5:25 pm


Kathy_S wrote:
(Still dangling over Prim's astounded expression, and wondering whether it's to do with Ed, for example.)


Yep, me too! 'Specially if Jonathan's noticed something about Ed's behaviour as well, and much as Eve doesn't think so, I do.

 


#452:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 7:38 pm


Lulie! Stop learning so well from the CBB expert!!! Just get on with the story! Please.

 


#453:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 9:00 pm


*puts on very bad Russian accent* Patience, my darlings, patience. *takes off Russian accent* As if i'm going to give away all my secrets to you! That spoils all the fun, yYou will find out during the natural course of events (and, yes, I do know what's going to happen next in this case!).

They were on their feet and at the door before the second scream came. Ed, by virtue of being the biggest, was able to get to the front of the scrum and be the first to open the door. They all tumbled out into the kitchen, and stopped, horrified. There, staggering slightly and waving a can of petrol at a terrified group of children, stood Simon Radcliffe. He swung round when he heard their entrance, and almost fell over. Recovering himself most inelegantly, he waved the can at Tom ‘You,’ he slurred ‘deserve everything you get,’
‘Would you mind leaving?’ replied Tom, in icy tones.
Simon laughed hoarsely, ‘Leave? Not until you’ve learned your lesson, Miss. Slandering me like that. I’ll haul you through every court in the land, you see if I don’t!’
‘Is that before, or after you’re convicted of arson?’ asked Ed, in a cool, clear voice. Simon squinted at him, ‘Is that Mummy’s darling Edward? Sticking up for his ickle friends, is he? How sweet,’
Ed flushed, angrily, and would have responded if Tom hadn’t poked him surreptitiously in the side. Luckily Simon didn’t notice or he would certainly have had something to say about it. He was far too busy trying to stand upright, having consumed almost an entire bottle of whisky since finishing work and making his way into the boy’s club. Tom saw this and, while wondering how she could use this to their advantage, saw that Mark was also studying Simon rather closely. Remembering that Mark had an alcoholic father, Tom caught his eye and nodded slightly. What happened next was rather too quick for most people to take in immediately. At the same moment Tom and Mark launched themselves across the room and caught the tottering Simon off balance. Mark, a well grown fourteen year old, gripped him tightly round the waist, so he wouldn’t fall, while Tom yanked the petrol can from his loose grasp and flung it away. Luckily she had a good aim and managed to land it in the sink. Adding her weight to Mark’s grip, Tom cried ‘Adam, the cupboard!’ and the pair of them maneuvered Simon across the room. Adam had flung open the door of what they all called the pantry, and Tom and Mark pushed Simon hard to get him inside. Ignoring the yells as Simon fell over the contents, Tom slammed the door shut and slid the bolts into place. Turning round, panting slightly, Tom began to giggle. While the other children present were busy bouncing about and cheering; Jonathan, Ed, Primrose and Eve were standing with their mouths hanging open in shock. Choking back her laughter, Tom reached out a hand and ruffled Mark’s hair, ‘Thanks,’ she said, quietly, earning herself a beaming smile. Then she raised her voice, ‘Somebody do me a favour and run down to the post office and ‘phone the police. Tell them to hurry, I don’t know how long he’ll keep quiet in there,’
There was a mini rugby scrum as five people tried to leave the room at once. Once they’d gone Tom grinned at her stunned friends and remarked, ‘Last time I locked anybody in a cupboard I was at school! I seem to remember running away and hiding under the bedclothes!’
Primrose’s jaw couldn’t drop any further at this revelation, but she managed to give vent to a squawk. Collecting herself she exclaimed, ‘Tom Gay! When did you ever lock anybody in a cupboard?’
Tom went off into gurgles again, ‘I forgot nobody knew! It was not long after I began school and I woke up in the middle of the night – nightmare, or something, and thought I heard burglars. I tracked the noise to the little stock room and locked them in and when I reported to Miss Wilson the next morning she said to say nothing, so I didn’t. I found out later that I’d locked in Miss Wilson, Matey, Mlle de Lachenais and Lady Russell. I almost died when I found out!’
There was a short silence, and then Primrose doubled over in wild laughter, setting Tom off again The other three stared for a bit longer, then Ed’s lips started to twitch and he’d soon infected the other two. By the time the police arrived they found five supposedly sensible adults, all looking rather red-eyed and teary, a bunch of wide-eyed children having fits of giggles and some violent crashings and bangings coming from the kitchen cupboard.

 


#454:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 9:04 pm


LOL Lulie!!
That was a brilliant scene!!!

 


#455:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 9:06 pm


Thank you, Lulie. I really enjoyed that.

 


#456:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Wed Jul 14, 2004 10:27 pm


Oh excellent! Laughing

Any idea how Tom finally found out exactly what she had done?

 


#457:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 11:01 am


I'll try and post some more today, but I have to write it first! I'm having something of an argument with my characters, they're trying to rush me into one thing, but something else needs to happen first.

Grrrrrrr to Tom, Ed, Jonathan, Eve and Primrose!!!!

 


#458:  Author: LauraLocation: London (ish) PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 11:24 am


Well more would be lovely! I got really excited that you;d posted some more... *sniff* - But I suppose we did get quite a lot yesterday! Thanks! Very Happy

 


#459:  Author: NellLocation: London, England PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 11:40 am


wonderful, still giggling, thanks Lulie!

 


#460:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 4:36 pm


I'm definitely going to kick Tom and Ed down the 199 steps at Whitby. They just won't do as they're told Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Oh well, off to fight a bit more. The bit I'm posting has been re-written three times and come out the same way twice, so I guess it's meant to be that way!

With the efficiency of the police they had to sober up a bit and answer all their questions as seriously and as fully as they could. Once they’d gone, Primrose and Eve made tea all round, and then Tom sent the children home, having decided that they’d had enough for one day. Some of them looked rather washed out by the experiences they’d had. Jonathan then insisted on sweeping the entire part off to their favourite coffee shop for more tea, adamant that they deserved it.
The next day being Sunday, nobody could do much, but on the Monday Tom, Primrose, Eve, Jonathan and Ed gathered, as requested, at the police station to give official statements. Having been caught with the petrol can in his hand, there was no doubt that Simon was to be charged with attempted arson and threatening with intent. The fact he was so drunk hadn’t helped his case, a refusal to keep quiet in his cell meant he’d added drunk and disorderly and a breach of the peace to his list of crimes. The policeman who came to take them to the interview rooms was the one who had come out to see Tom after the fire. He smiled cheerfully at the little group, who all looked incredibly guilty; none of them had ever been in a police station before and hadn’t a clue what to expect. They were interviewed separately, and as they all gave the same account it didn’t take very long. Tom had to have her fingerprints taken, to eliminate them from the prints that would be on the petrol can. While they were waiting for her, Ed had excused himself and disappeared in the direction of the lavatories. Once he was out of earshot Jonathan leaned across to Eve and said ‘Have you noticed anything? You know, what we were talking about the other day, about Ed and Tom?’
‘Don’t you think it’s rather rude to talk about things that Primrose knows nothing about, in front of her?’ replied Eve, rather primly.
‘Don’t worry about me,’ replied Primrose, affably, ‘I did wonder if there was something fishy going on between those two, but I didn’t like to ask because I’ve only just met you all, except Tom and it’s no use asking her!’
‘Not fishy exactly, just something,’ responded Jonathan, refraining from telling Eve that he’d told her so.
‘Is that why you looked so flabbergasted the other day?’ asked Eve.
Primrose grinned, ‘You saw? I thought I’d hidden that rather well, oh well never mind! Tom’s the last person I thought I’d see making calf-eyes at anybody, and I think the only reason Ed didn’t notice was that he was too busy making them at her!’
‘D’you think…’
‘No, and neither do you,’ Eve interrupted Jonathan rather forcefully.
‘Oh Lor’, don’t say anything to Tom!’ exclaimed Primrose, alarmed. ‘She’ll run a mile if you tried to suggest anything like that. Just leave her and let her get on with it in her own time. I don’t know about Ed, cos I don’t know him but if it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be,’
‘I’d change the subject, Ed’s on his way back,’ muttered Eve ‘so, do you think Simon will end up going to prison, then?’
‘Sure to,’ agreed Primrose, ‘Sorry Ed, did I take your seat. Here you go,’
‘That’s alright, I’m fine here. Here’s Tom anyway,’
Tom came up to them, ‘I feel like a common criminal,’ she complained, scrubbing at damp hands with her handkerchief.
‘It’s because you’re not a criminal that they’ve done it,’ said Ed, holding out his own handkerchief, as Tom’s was rather the worse for wear.
‘Thanks. I know that, but it doesn’t stop me feeling it. I just wish the whole business was over and done with, and they’d lock that creature up and throw away the key so he wouldn’t bother me any more,’
‘They will, eventually,’ said Jonathan, trying to sound comforting.
Primrose jumped to her feet and tucked her arm through Tom’s, ‘Come on, old thing; let’s get out of here. Wasn’t I going to treat you to lunch today? Come on then, let’s go into town and find a nice restaurant. You’ll feel better then. Are you three coming?’
Jonathan, Eve and Ed all declined, as they had classes that afternoon, and so the five separated.
‘Poor Tom,’ sighed Eve, as they waited for the bus, ‘Why should all this happen to her? She’s far too nice. Why can’t we go back in time and have Simon set himself on fire, or something, so none of this ever happened?’
‘That’s not a very Christian sentiment,’ remarked Ed, mildly.
‘People like Simon don’t make me feel very Christian. He ought to know better!’
‘Don’t you worry about Tom, she’ll be alright. She’s got her head screwed on properly,’ said Jonathan, ‘And she’s got Primrose visiting for the next two days. She seems to be all there, she’ll see that Tom’s OK and there’s plenty for them to see and do to take her mind off things.’
‘Just because Tom has her head screwed on doesn’t mean to say that she’ll be fine in a couple of days,’ said Ed, once they were on the bus, ‘I think she’s been pretty shaken by the whole business, though she’d never let on to anybody,’
‘We’ll look after her,’ said Eve. Then she turned to Jonathan, ‘What about you? You don’t still blame yourself for Simon turning up, do you?’
Jonathan shrugged, ‘Tom came round on Saturday evening and said it wasn’t my fault at all, but he wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t gone and put both feet in it, would he?’
‘He may have done, eventually,’ said Ed, feeling sorry for Jonathan, who looked so dejected.
‘Yes, but it didn’t help, me sticking my oar in, did it?’
‘We all make mistakes,’
‘And you only thought you were helping,’ added Eve, squeezing Jonathan’s arm, ‘If Tom says it’s not your fault, then it’s not your fault,’
‘She could have only been saying that,’ Jonathan was feeling thoroughly pessimistic.
‘I don’t think so,’ retorted Eve, impatiently, ‘If Tom had thought it was your fault she’d have said so. So stop being such a Dreary Nora and get up, before we miss our stop!’
Jonathan didn’t look very convinced, but he followed the others and tried to look more like his usual cheerful self.

 


#461:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 5:03 pm


What a superb long post, Lulie. Just give all the characters their heads, they're doing a good job of it. I love the idea that Tom is actually falling for someone and doesn't realise it.

 


#462:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 5:35 pm


Lulie! This is really good!!! Please don't fight your characters! let them tell their story!

 


#463:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 8:29 pm


My characters usually do write themselves at some point, this time it's just more awkward than usual. Please can I still have fun kicking Tom and Ed down the 199 steps? It would make me feel better, and I'd promise to let them do what they liked then? Twisted Evil

‘Sorry, Prim, Dad caught me to give me the post,’ Tom caught Primrose up at the bus stop, as promised.
‘That’s OK. Anything important?’
‘Just a letter from Bride. I’ll skim it when we’ve met the others, and let you know what she says. I can’t read on the bus, it makes me feel sick,’
‘Right you are. Speaking of which, here is the bus,’
Tom and Primrose were only ten minutes late meeting Jonathan and Eve, thanks to one of London’s inexplicable traffic jams. While Primrose chatted to them, bringing them up to date with what she’d done and seen, Tom tore the envelope open and scanned Bride’s letter. A stifled shriek from Tom stopped the conversation of the others in its tracks. ‘What’s happened?’ asked Primrose, looking understandable worried.
‘Bride’s engaged!’ was the startling reply.
‘What! Engaged? How? Who to? She hasn’t mentioned anybody before!’ Primrose let out a series of staccato questions. Tom waved a hand at her, reading further down the page before she replied, ‘His name’s Simon Carrington and he’s the brother of a friend of hers,’ she said, ‘She didn’t say anything because she was as surprised as we are! Here I’ll read a bit “The last thing I expected Simon to do was to ask me to marry him! Not that I’m complaining, or I wouldn’t have said yes. We won’t be marrying for a bit yet, as I’m just at the beginning of my career and he’s still to finish his training – he’s going to be a barrister. I just had to tell you though, before you heard from anybody else. We let the family know at Peggy’s wedding, and then told Simon’s parents the next day. Knowing the grape-vine I thought I’d better write asap to all of you, so you heard it from me and not through gossip!” And the rest is all other stuff,’ Tom folded the letter and stuffed it in her pocket. Primrose let out her breath in a loud sigh, ‘Well, if Bride wanted to shock us, she’s certainly done it properly! Isn’t it frightening though? The first of our gang to be getting married. It’ll be you and me next, Tom,’
‘You, and Elfie, and definitely Rosalie,’ agreed Tom, ‘But not me, I don’t think I’m the marrying kind,’
‘Why ever not?’ demanded Primrose.
‘Well, I don’t know, I’m just not exactly a girly-girl. Anyway, I’m still at college, then I have my training to get through and then I’ll be busy working,’
‘There’s time yet. You’ll find somebody who doesn’t mind you working, not all men will want a wife who sits at home like a china doll and waits for him to come home. I certainly won’t marry anybody like that!’
‘You don’t have to be a girly-girl to get married either,’ put in Eve, who had been gently treading on Jonathan’s toe so he’d keep quiet, ‘Just being you will be enough. Like you say, you’re still at college and all that, there’s no rush. Oh, sorry, Jonathan, was that your foot?’
Jonathan, who had been making a noise like a squashed chicken, glared at Eve ‘Yes it was,’ he said, ‘but I’ve got another one. Come on, we’d better step on the gas a bit or we’ll be late,’
‘It’s a shame Ed couldn’t come,’ remarked Jonathan, as they waited in the queue for the pictures, ‘He’d have enjoyed this film,’
‘Oh, one of us can always come again with him,’ said Eve, airily, trying to stand in front of Tom, who had unaccountably gone pink. As Tom was a good head taller than Eve it didn’t work, but the other two politely pretended not to notice.

ETA: I like this too, Jennie. I always imagined that Tom would eventually find somebody - after all she is only human! But as she was brought up "to be a boy" she'd perhaps not realise her feelings in quite the same way that girls are supposed to, she may even feel uncomfortable having such feelings and try and ignore them. I, however, am a great believer in Mother Nature and you can't fight Her! I could be maligning the male gender here, but I'm sure if I am one of our lovely chaps would correct me Laughing

 


#464:  Author: ChelseaLocation: Your Imagination PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 9:21 pm


I love the way you are developing Tom.

I'm feeling a Tom-ish myself. Went out with people from my running group last night and on the way home with two friends, they both suddenly turned to me and said "You do know that he was hitting on you all night, don't you?" Umm...no...I thought he was just talking to me 'cause I was the nearest person. They found it very funny.

 


#465:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 9:27 pm


Lulie that's lovely - and so Tom like not to recognise what is happening at first!

 


#466:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 9:46 pm


This is for being such good boys and girls. There may or may not be any tomorrow. Dad wants me to direct him to the McArthur Glen outlet at York, and as I like shopping and he's buying lunch, I thought I'd play the dutiful daughter Razz

The next day, after Tom had seen Primrose off on the morning train, she made her way to college deep in thought. She was so absorbed that she took no notice of her surroundings until a deep, rather shy voice said ‘Hello, Tom,’
Tom started slightly, ‘Oh, hello Ed. Did you get your essay finished last night?’
‘Yes, thanks. It’s safely handed in. Was it good then, the film, I mean?’
‘Brilliant,’ Tom grinned, ‘I won’t tell you what happened though, it would spoil it for you,’
‘I wish I’d been able to come. I…er…’ Ed cleared his throat, his cheeks rather flushed, ‘I…don’t suppose you’d mind seeing it again? With me? Tonight?’
Tom’s cheeks rivalled Ed’s for colour and she sounded rather hoarse as she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, ‘I…yes…that sounds great…fine…sure,’
‘Good,’ Ed smiled shyly at her, ‘I…I’d better go…er…I…things to do,’
‘Me too…I’ve…see you later,’
‘Bye’
The pair shot off in opposite directions, both looking rather hot and flustered, both walking rather fast, both had shining eyes, both were trying not to grin inanely at everybody they passed.
When Eve found Tom two hours later she was sitting in the library, gazing dreamily into space, her books unopened on the table in front of her. ‘Are you alright, Tom?’ asked Eve, rather suspiciously.
‘What? Oh, yes, I’m fine. Couldn’t be better?’
‘Have you finished your essay for Dr. Lawson yet?’ Eve looked almost angelic, as she could see fine well that Tom hadn’t touched her work since sitting down. Tom had the grace to flush slightly as she glanced down at her books, ‘Er, no, not quite,’ she admitted, ‘what time is it?’
‘Half past eleven,’
‘Lawks! ‘Scuse me, I’ve a tutorial in ten minutes!’ Tom gathered her books hurriedly and sped out of the library as fast as she could with the librarian glaring at her. Eve grinned to herself and made her way out too, bumping into Ed on the way. An imp of mischief whispered to her when she saw him, and she smiled up at Ed innocently. ‘Hi, have you seen Tom?’
‘Not since this morning,’ replied Ed, the brightening of his eyes noticeable only to somebody who was looking for it.
‘Me neither, never mind. I’ll find her. See you,’ Eve walked sedately out of the library and spent all her spare time that day trying to find Jonathan, who also seemed to have disappeared.
Making her way to the boy’s club that evening, having promised to help the girls with knitting blanket squares, Eve wasn’t surprised to find Canon Gay there. ‘She’s gone to the cinema again,’ he replied, when Eve asked where Tom was, ‘Ed couldn’t make it last night with all of you, so she’s gone with him, as she enjoyed it so much the first time. Didn’t she say?’
‘She may have done, but today’s been so busy I really can’t remember. Thanks Canon, I wondered if something was wrong,’
‘No, you’d have heard if it had been,’ Canon Gay smiled and went back to what he’d been doing. Eve swallowed the urge to rush off and call Jonathan, and went off to do what she should be doing instead.

As soon as she could the next morning, Eve abstracted Jonathan from his friends, took him to a quiet corner and brought him up to date on events from the day before. Jonathan let out a yell and enveloped Eve in a huge bear hug, before brushing them both down and trying to look calm and respectable. ‘Now, not a word,’ warned Eve, as they went back to the others, ‘Not a look, not a smile, not anything. OK?’
‘I won’t if you won’t,’ promised Jonathan, and with that Eve had to be satisfied. When they saw Tom later on neither Jonathan nor Eve mentioned anything to do with the previous day until Tom asked a question about the club. ‘It was kind of you to go back to the cinema,’ said Eve, after she’d responded to the question, ‘you didn’t have to, and none of us would have minded going,’
‘I wanted to go,’ said Tom, carefully not looking at Eve, ‘I enjoyed it, and wanted to see the film again,’
‘It was good, wasn’t it,’ interjected Jonathan, and at a glance from Eve, led the conversation away from Tom.

 


#467:  Author: Sarah_KLocation: St Albans PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 11:01 pm


Lots of lovely new bits! Thank you Lulie Very Happy

Tom and Ed are adorable together, or not together rather, don't say anyuthing to Tom Laughing

 


#468:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 11:29 pm


Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing

Awwww! Young love!

 


#469:  Author: RobinLocation: London, England PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 10:26 am


aw bless

*quite hoping that the matchmakers will become the matchmakees - Jonathan and Eve seem rather lovely together too*

 


#470:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 10:35 am


Wipes away a sentimental tear!

 


#471:  Author: LulieLocation: Middlesbrough PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 8:37 pm


‘Have Tom and Ed seen much of each other lately?’ Jonathan asked Eve about a week and a half later.
‘No, I don’t think so, at least not alone. I’ve been at the club most nights this week and they’ve both been there, but you can’t count that, can you?’
‘No. I wish the pair of them would wake up to their feelings and do something. This is driving me mad, what must it be doing to them? They’ll end up by making each other unhappy if they’re not careful.’
‘Well, here comes Tom now, you could say something to her, if you like.’
‘Er…no thank you, I’d rather be excused…Morning, Tom!’
‘Morning. How are you both? Shall we go?’
Chattering gaily, the three of them walked down the quiet streets, making their way past the walls that surrounded the college towards the gate. Suddenly there was a screech of tyres and a car came full pelt round the corner, swerving to avoid a group of students waiting to cross the road. Tom, Eve and Jonathan stood, transfixed, as they watched the car come speeding towards them. Then Jonathan seemed to come to his senses and pushed the two girls out of the way, before throwing himself in the opposite direction. All was noise and dust and confusion. The car hit the wall and bounced off, one wheel running over Jonathan as it did so. The driver of the car stared through the windscreen in horror, then in a panic flung the gears into reverse and sped off. Eve sat up, clearing her hair out of her eyes. Tom was lying next to her, half curled in a ball and very still. Jonathan lay a couple of yards away, blood streaming down one leg, and also not moving. Trying to hold back sobs, Eve crawled over to Tom and shook her gently, ‘Tom, wake up. Are you alright, Tom?’
Tom groaned slightly and opened her eyes, ‘I think so,’ she said, ‘Jonathan? The car hit him?’
‘Oh, God,’ gasped Eve, and crawled over to Jonathan. Laying a hand on his shoulder she spoke his name as calmly as she could. Jonathan groaned, but made no other movement. ‘He’s alive, Tom,’ called Eve, ‘He’s alive,’
The group of students who had seen the whole accident came flying up at that point. Eve almost lost her precarious self-control when she saw Ed leading them. He took the situation in at a glance, ‘Somebody call an ambulance,’ he ordered. Leaning over Eve, he made sure she was alright before stripping his coat off and laying it over Jonathan’s inert body. ‘Don’t move him,’ he snapped at the others, before bending down by Tom, who had raised herself into a sitting position by this time. ‘I’m fine,’ she insisted, before Ed could ask, ‘I’ve got to see Jonathan, he…the car…’
‘Ought you to move?’ asked Ed, anxiously, but when Tom persisted on trying to stand, he gave it up and helped her to her feet. Eve looked up at them both, tears streaming down her face. She was speaking to Tom, but her voice seemed to be coming from a long way away. Tom tried to stand straight, but the ground seemed to be tilting to one side and there was a loud buzzing in her ears. She wasn’t even conscious when Ed reached out and grabbed her in his arms, stopping her collapsing onto the pavement.

 


#472:  Author: VikkiLocation: Possibly in hell! It's certainly hot enough....... PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 9:30 pm


*WIBBLE!!!!*

 


#473:  Author: DawnLocation: Leeds, West Yorks PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 11:42 pm


*WIBBLE WIBBLE* Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad Crying or Very sad

I wanted a nice lovey dovey post before bed & got this!

Lulie - please post again to let us know it is all ok (and that means preferably in the next 10 minutes)

 


#474:  Author: LesleyLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Fri Jul 16, 2004 11:53 pm


*Gulp!*

Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked Shocked

 


#475:  Author: KirstyLocation: Melbourne, Australia PostPosted: Sat Jul 17, 2004 2:55 am


Shocked Shocked Noooo!! Lulie!! Come back and make it all alright for everyone!

 




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